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Sometimes I see
a black shadow,
ghostly,
slipping along a wall
at the farthest edge
of my peripheral vision,
so elusive
I can barely catch it
out of the corner
of my eye.
I never turn my head.
I don't want to
look too close.
I'd rather believe
that it is you.
Peggy's prompt over at Poetry Jam tonight is: Shadows. For fourteen years, I had a big black wolf shadowing me everywhere I went. The last two years without him I have so felt his absence. But every now and then, barely glimpsed out of the corner of my eye, sometimes there is the hint of a black shadow...........
I hear you with this poem, Sherry, especially the not turning your head...sometimes it is better that way. A poignant poem!
ReplyDeletedeeply personal, comfortingly universal!
ReplyDeleteAloha from Honolulu, S
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Hi Sherry. I read your note you left over at Poetry Jam and Pup was the first to come to mind. Happy visitations!
ReplyDeleteHe is there, reminding you he hasn't left and, is waiting.
ReplyDeleteVery touching and, heart felt.
Sometimes presence is better felt.
ReplyDeleteWell written, ma'am.
It's him. And even if it isn't? It still is.
ReplyDeleteoh dang....yeah...better to believe than determine it otherwise...and i like to think it is him...smiles.
ReplyDeleteAw, why wouldn't his spirit be with you? It's him, and I know it's comforting to you to feel his presence.
ReplyDeleteOh how intriguing! You have your own personal protector.
ReplyDeleteWow this wrings my heart. His shadow is shaped just like our Belle. Hugs for you and Pup.
ReplyDeleteA yearning so true, Sherry! It has a way of becoming a reality if one persist long enough! Nicely Ma'am!
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Sherry, I had a black wolf shadowing me too, such love--I see him sometimes, and sometimes I think he just came back in Max! Sending love. A beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteI took Ray to Mackenzie beach the other day, to introduce him to that little island riddled with trails he had to duck through since he's rather taller than me. I felt Sid with me again. They're never gone!
ReplyDeleteI've sensed my dearly departed critters like that. Your beautiful poem brought it back - and in a very nice way. Your buddy is still with you...
ReplyDeleteYes I feel the same way Sherry it is better just to believe.....that last line is a beautiful ending to this one....love this!
ReplyDeletecan relate with this....a part of your subconscious mind.....
ReplyDeleteThe wolf spirit is a strong force .. like you!!
ReplyDeleteI don't blame you for not wanting to look...sometimes believing is much more important than knowing. Very nicely done!
ReplyDeletewhat an amazing companion to have had!
ReplyDeletethanks for joining in at Poetry Jam, Sherry!
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Very interesting turn of events. I was expecting a negative emotion to be associated with the shadow. Instead the shadow is a connection to something quite positive.
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly spooky and it DOES send a tingle up the spine!!! LOVE IT.
ReplyDeleteLovely to know we never really lose them, isn't it Sherry? Though what wouldn't we give to wrap our arms around their furry necks one more time...
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