Black and White
Beneath her skin
Her so-called curse
Are years of unspoken battles
So she thrive in solitude
finds silence a melodic tune
and darkness a ray of light
She worship the night
cling onto the shadows
where she is neither “black”
nor are they “white”
© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Image Source: fineart-photos.tumblr.com
In response to dVerse’s Quadrille– 17: Shadow and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #132.
Tending the bar today is De with her playful piece, Sky Silver Waiting. The challenge is to write a poem in exactly 44 words (excluding title) inspired by the word SHADOW.
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September 27, 2016 at 4:34 pm
ooooh. wow. a melancholic and moving piece, dearie! ❤
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September 27, 2016 at 5:12 pm
so she thrive in solitude
finds silence a melodic tune… that is so sad..
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September 27, 2016 at 5:27 pm
Great final lines, Maria!
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September 27, 2016 at 6:37 pm
This is beautifully poignant! ❤️ Kudos!
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September 27, 2016 at 7:32 pm
Thumbs Up for this one
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September 27, 2016 at 7:49 pm
Those last lines… yes night have its advantage… reminds me of a saying.
all cats are grey in the dark….
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September 27, 2016 at 8:43 pm
Oh those shadows that obscure the differences between us…sometimes shadows are a good thing!
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September 27, 2016 at 9:08 pm
THIs is beautiful and sad, Maria. Haunting, indeed.
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September 27, 2016 at 9:33 pm
I love this. Years ago, there were jewelry commercials where the shadows were wearing the jewelry. They had two strengths…they highlighted the merchandise, rather than the models. And skin color and outward beauty were simply not a factor. I have often thought the world might just be a better place if we were all blind, and not so concerned with outside things…
This poem touches me deeply. Thank you.
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September 27, 2016 at 9:48 pm
The shadows are a good place to soften distinctions and judgments. Sometimes it is best not to see too clearly.
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September 27, 2016 at 10:03 pm
A very thought provoking poem. Color blind shadows, would all those that cast them be the same.
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September 28, 2016 at 12:09 am
A powerful piece, with the message cleverly disguised in the poetic lines. Well done Maria!
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September 28, 2016 at 5:56 am
Solitude born of sadness, abuse(?). Such an evocative poem, Maria.
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September 28, 2016 at 10:22 pm
A nice poem Maria and a great interpretation of shadow and solitude.
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September 29, 2016 at 6:29 am
THeRe is a place
wHere colors hurt..
tHere IS A place
wheRe even
bLack and
white
hUrts..
tHere IS A
place wHeRE
shaDows liVe..
iNvisible to colors
oF Black and White..:)
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September 29, 2016 at 8:49 am
Lovely poem here. I really like the rhyme pattern you chose for this piece.
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October 1, 2016 at 8:36 am
Beautiful piece. I like the image of her clinging to the shadows 🙂
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October 2, 2016 at 3:44 am
Those last lines made me think of the rampant racism that permeates our world…black and white seemingly always at odds on some level. A wonderful poem, Maria.
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October 3, 2016 at 12:23 pm
It is sad that mankind cannot bring all of our colours and differences out of the shadows and into the light to admire our uniqueness. This is a very moving piece, Maria.
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October 5, 2016 at 2:30 pm
Hey dearie. I miss you already. And of course your poetry. ❤
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October 6, 2016 at 3:07 pm
Beautiful images to tell her sad story.
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October 6, 2016 at 10:22 pm
I read it several times to savor the economy of words. Really well written.
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October 8, 2016 at 8:39 am
Thank you for the kind words, Tom. 😁
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