Shadow Things

I live in the shadow of life and death...A mystery and suspense poem...

 

Shadow Things/By Sami Khalil

I live in the shadows of life and death…A mystery and suspense Autumn poem…

The Poem:

He inhaled autumn upon gaily trespassing of golden celebrations,awakening urban legends.

To the winds, emboldened by misty silences, burbled the fallen round placed edges and ears.

Maddening were the shadows in slow motions, carting weathered bricks of spying moods.

Notable we darken the eyes, as past legends has inscribed all in the book of the rising fog rolls.

He came to live in the vestiges of scarlet biographies, extending the mysteries of godly anticipations.

Those standing silhouettes, slumbered apart crestfallen souls, flaming true forms; the apocalypses of mortal lethargy.

A formless matter he was, in the cages of captive suns, bonding the chains of free words.

Never he found growth, except in death or rebirth of raving souls,

for positive were the credits when their peace shivered

And negative were the quotes of dreamy killers, who left behind the shadows I am!

You have come a long way of genesis… to the unfiltered judgment.

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"to the unfiltered judgment"

i really like that...there is a really haunting quality to this...encompasses all we love about autumn...the turning, halloween with all the restless spirits roaming the earth...

the raving souls...so dark so Poe-like...the dreamy killers die a thousand deaths as the leaves fall.

mystically mournful and mysterious...

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. So true and well observed dear brilliant poet. So thrilled you like my dark genre and the comparison. Have a spooky holiday...:)............

[Renée]

Deliciously dark, mysterious…as a shadow should be.. I love the way.. you made the shadow its own entity..
Well Done Mr. Khalil !

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Thank you beloved Renee for this appreciated visit and dark genre liking..Have a spooky holiday...:)........

[Renée]

My delight to read.. gets me in the mood..yes for the coming holiday ! ( :

[Sami Khalil]

:).............

[Sami Khalil]

A formless matter he was, in the cages of captive suns, bonding the chains of free words.

Sami Khalil

[Sami Khalil]

I live in the shadows of life and death…A mystery and suspense Autumn poem…Try your best to understand. Translate as you like...
Golden celebrations: ending of the summer.

Enjoy!.............................