Time

So, it has been a couple of weeks now, I have been pretty busy. The family and I have moved into a new house, I finally found a summer time job, working just a few hours each day, we had a family vacation the first one for the summer and I now have a lawn to take care of. So things have gotten to be pretty busy. But, I have been thinking about what poem I want to share with the readers out there, I also have been thinking about new ideas and finding new inspiration for writing new stuff. I hope you like this new addition to the blog, its an old poem and hopefully there are readers out there!

Shadow Glimpse

This is a poem I wrote back in the winter of 1997. I was living at home, working as an teacher aid at an elementary school and really not sure what I was going to do for the rest of my life, or even what I wanted to do. One sunny Saturday afternoon, I was writing some ideas down on paper looking for inspiration to hit me, when I noticed the sun shining through my window and there was a shadow on the floor. I started making some simple shadow puppets and was enjoying how I could change and manipulate not just the shadow but also my understanding of what the shadow was. I found my inspiration and wrote the poem, Shadow Glimpse.

SHADOW GLIMPSE

Shadows cast upon the wall,
Thrust dreams into my head.
For on that wall is just an outline,
Of someone that could be me.
With goals and desires as my fuel,
That outline upon the wall can become
Something totally different to you and me.
For I could be the staring quarterback in the Superbowl;
But to you I'm a lifeless nothing.
Or I could be a singer with a voice from heaven;
But to you I have no voice, and can't sing.
Maybe I can be a rising thinker like unto Socrates;
But to you I have no mind, no thought to power.
Or if I want, I could be the funniest comedian in the world;
But to you I have no humor inside.
Also, I could be a master criminal mind;
But to you I have no sense of right or wrong.
Or I could be a hero of yesterday, here for today;
But to you I have no courage or a heart.
Maybe I will just be a believer in God;
But again, to you I have no soul, nor spirit or anything.
To me my shadow can be almost anything.
For in it, it has the dreams of what I want to be.
But to you my shadow is just dark.
But to me, a shadow is a part of us.
Which can cast a shadow glimpse of what the future will be.
So look deep down and just dream.
Then your shadow will become,
Anything YOU want to BE!

February 28,1997