Shadow-Play

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The shadows in the corners of the room
whisper my name
they are the same shadows
by alley ways,
            behind tombstones
       underneath beds
inside my head

over the plains

the highest and whitest of clouds
cast darkest hues

the brightest of suns

i think of you

                         the whispers get louder
                         the curtains flutter
                         the air turns colder

somewhere a murmur

                         shhh

be still   be still  my dear

the rope hanging in the attic
                        the vague visions through the static
                                    the tremors of the addict

shhh
  be still
      my dear

                          love casts its pallor
                                blood on pale collar 
                                  i hear you call her
 

                   by candle lights
                        as rain drops
                               and winds howl
                                       and wood creaks


      
               icy razors lay on warm tubs
                            guillotines fly through the air                
                    birds fall from thick heights
               like notes of despair


don't shake your head
it will all end
soon
in the corner of the room
where the shadows call out your name
like the wind sweeps the rain


               pull out a smoke
                    drag over a chair
                          sit by the window
                            and stare


 there is the world    there is the world
   you are not a part of
                there is the world
            full of cruel love
        there the children laughing and playing
 like you never have
or ever could

   its' understood

                  the rain floods into gutters
                       the once crisp leaves drift
                          they sog and they shudder 
                          from spring-autumn skies
                                 down down sewage drains
                                     all truths mask in lies
                                          all love in pain      

shhh  shhh

 the shadows the shadows

   they whisper my name.

Reviews

[Rachael Lea]

creating shadows with your words
recreating the allure the shadows seductively call to you seemingly absurd
still creating images of longing,
things calling out to you as well, that are not in the shadows no sense of belonging.
yet the shadows win as they pull you in.
reminding you of emptiness, making you feel grim.
telling you to pull up that chair.
reminding you of all of your despair.
to do what exactly? To torture you? To bring to you an opaque light?
as you continue trying to decipher wrong from right?
who is to win do you know?
will you let the shadows continue to grow?
as you search for answers longing for something that's not there.
painfully crafting your fragile world with gentle and loving care.
the answer is up you on how to decide.
whether or not you choose to confide.
giving in to the enticing tone of voice
may or may not cause in you to rejoice
the answer is truly one that is up in the air
choose it however you will, do not live in despair.
If shadows are your foe
make the wise decision to make them go
though if shadows are where its at
well embrace it fully, like a diplomat
enjoy your life either way is what I must say
give it your all, live for today


Okay so I wasn't meaning to write like that but it just sort of came out. I guess its obvious that I like this as well. You really are talented. Very nicely written. Though I am left wanting to know more as you can very well tell. Very thought inducing and inspiring.

[Alessander]

Thanks Rachael. Man, I must've missed this review. You're prolly long gone now, but appreciate you're in depth thoughts.

[Nefertiti Virtudes Ahme..]

Ugh! SO sensory and fully of images! Very creative with the layout. You created a flow and with that came intensity. It feels ominous and yet super intriguing as if the reader wants to uncover and discover the shadows. Very, very well written. Kudos!!

[Alessander]

I'm happy you liked it. The image is of Ian Curtis (lead singer of Joy Division) and in some sense this is about him, but also about someone else I knew who like Ian, hung himself.

Anyhow, thanks for reading it, Nefertiti

[BBP]

It's a story in itself. Has a morbid and dark feel which I love. (Seems like most others do to...can't go wrong with going dark)

[Alessander]

I am glad you liked it. This piece (part of a trilogy) really did sap a lot out of me, so glad others can at least nibble on its nectar.

At the risk of shameless promotion, you might like "Eternally" which is the 3rd part.

Thanks for reading it.

[BBP]

Just so you don't feel bad about shamelessly promoting...I'll do the same. LOL Being from So Cal, I think you might dig my book..The Grease and the Gold. ;)

I'll check your's out. Thanks for the heads up.

[Alessander]

haha, we're from So Cal, so shameless self-promotion is in our blood!

I'll check it out soon

[BBP]

Self absorbed a******s! ;)

[Shezza]

And isn't it the most terrified you've ever been? When love beckons you from beyond the grave...

[Alessander]

Apparently, readers love being terrified because this is probably my most popular piece on WC.

[Shezza]

I think it's what makes us cling to life...being terrified.

[Sami Khalil]

"The shadows in the corners of the room
whisper my name
they are the same shadows
by alley ways,
behind tombstones
underneath beds
inside my head

over the plains

the highest and whitest of clouds
cast darkest hues

the brightest of suns

i think of you"

You can pick and chose several poems within this wonderful write. Splendid...:)..........

[...]

i realy love how IAN dance . quiet nice pictures at your head about music and they live. it s like some cut edit diary . have lot of twisting corners at the dark looks like you listen lot of joy division . thank you nice atribute

[Alessander]

Thanks, Martin. Just like the title of their song "Shadow-Play". I might not be unique, but it got the juices flowing for some inexplicable reason.

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Hopeless. Drained and spent.

Must go search out some lite light and I'll be back around for Ash. I cannot read too dark for too long and expect my spirit to remain hale and whole. Younger me got lost in reading dark and dreary and darker still for long periods until i got sucked in and then under - until hope was just a memory I thought I may have had.

My read on your write.

[therin]

Wow. Not to cheapen the depth of your poem, but that was the first and only way to begin this comment. I love just love that you have given the poem a shape. The look of it impacts on the flow as if it were punctuation and I am seriously impressed. The subject matter itself is dark, but you manage to pull me in, despite my mood, despite a lack of serious darkness in my life right now, I find I empathise. I also, as stated by others below, find your use of simile enlightening, you truly paint a picture with your words (pun unintended). So, to conclude, I return to my rather juvenile sounding - "Wow".

[Adora.xo]

The onomatopoeia was perfectly placed! And I hate you. Why? Why do you think of these amazing lines?! HOW?!

"birds fall from thick heights
like notes of despair" I just... I don't know what to say to that. I don't know what the proper response to such a beautiful string of words would be. That was absolutely beautiful, and left an ache inside me at the same time.

Well done!

~Adora- the jealous. :P
xoxo

[the in between]

A dancing poem moving back and forth. It was fun to read but has it's serious side too with the meanings behind it. The ending was awesome and because it was sudden and idk why, but it reminds me of a dark musical like sweeny todd. Thanks for sharing. :)