I was born for the shadows
form hidden by sepia day
… is in the eye of the beholder
do they really mean what they say?
catch me on the cold nights
basking in the sun
I and the moon’s reflection
dancers we are one
you can never touch me
but you can always try
reach into tomorrow
beauty is in the …
I just found this wonderful Shadow Dancer prompt offered by Bastet at Mind love miserys menagerie. The photography (top) is by Nickolas Muray . The photograph below is my shot of a whimsical sculpture in the National Gallery of Art.
Oh how clever to make the adage ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ a circuitous feature of your poem. I loved this take on the image. Well done.
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The thought of always trying to touch the shadow dancer but never quite succeeding is fanciful
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That in and of itself is a dance 🙂
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Well done … nice how you created a circle taking the reader back and forth … bravo!
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I agree with the others… and I love the picture you took.
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Reblogged this on The Afrolutionist and commented:
#ArtisticFridays Eye of the Beholder by MoonDust Writer
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