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Sunday, 27 March 2016

IMMOVABLE FEASTS


It comes rushing in with the sun,
the memories of who you were,
who you've always been - and you
want to give thanks for the bread
and the wine, and all the other times
you stood in the sun

but your eyes snag on a shadow
stamped, immovable, on the wall.

(c) Shaista Tayabali, 2016


Image and prompt from Magpie Tales www.magpietales.blogspot.co.uk

(It bothers me, to end on shadows and sorrow, but that's the way the poem comes, sometimes. Easter is that way - sorrowful, then joyful. Happy Easter,dear readers 🐣)
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10 comments:

  1. Kay28 March 2016 at 09:39

    perceptively seen..x

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  2. Shaista28 March 2016 at 15:36

    Thank you!

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  3. Richard28 March 2016 at 20:35

    Two mysteries Shaista. How do you manage such beautiful photos? And where do you find such piercing words?

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    1. Shaista31 March 2016 at 17:10

      Well the first mystery is easily solved - it's from my friend Tess Kincaid's image collection for poetry prompts - the other mystery... we shall discuss when next you come to the conservatory!

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  4. Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)29 March 2016 at 13:09

    light lets us see the shadow. when the light dims to dark, does the shadow remain?
    it is not 'right' or 'wrong', not 'good' or 'bad', it just is.

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  5. Kathe W.30 March 2016 at 06:42

    Succinct and thoughtful.

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  6. Bekkie Sanchez30 March 2016 at 17:50

    Those last 2 stanzas! Wow!

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  7. Truedessa31 March 2016 at 04:03

    Thankful for the days in the sun, but sometimes the shadows are part of who we are as well.

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  8. C. Sandlin31 March 2016 at 21:43

    For me, the shadow seems more grounding than sad--almost as if the speaker was overwhelmed at first. Very moving and deeply felt.

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