Poetry: The Shadows
The Shadows
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The setting sun
Draws the blinds
On this day of burning.
To the Shadows,
The coming night
Leaves only the discerning.
Stand up, fair sky,
Above the sea of pines;
Darkness hiding contours
And symbolic, fretful lines.
The dawning day
Awakens the Shadows
Left at dusk yearning.
Their re-birth,
In fertile daylight,
Shows less to the learning.
©2004 Joe Jenkins
How beautiful, but seems very sad…GLAD YOUR BACK
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great poem, as all of them are…glad you’re writing again. seems so gloomy…but i like that kind of poetry, as you know.
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beautiful. Take care xoxo
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hi there. read your note. yeah sent ya one about a week ago. i forgot to put a return address label on it. i think it was in a bright green or yellow envelope. let me know if you did not get it by the end of the week. have a nice day!
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i know i didnt really get the idea of the poem probably but it was just sort of calming
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ryn: *lolz* u said hella. isabel
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wow. i could see that. hope all is well joe. isabel
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A little personification (shadows and pines) for you guys (and gals)… Hope everyone got it. 🙂 Feel the
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😀 More poems for me to savor 😀 Thanks
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: )
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that is so0o0o pretty
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