There were two suns that day--
that last day.
We each had two shadows, as if we had met ourselves,
and were standing between ourselves, deciding.
We were drawn to each other but couldn't move,
caught between ourselves as we were.
People looked through smoked glass, pointed at the sky, went blind.
They say that all cats are gray in the dark
and that no lie stands the light of day.
The center line markers look like ones
as I drive away from you now, whole, corporeal, but longing for shadows.
Well, I have never seen this site before...quite interesting and a bit sinister..lol. what a piece of writing, dear, your mind works better when you are sleeping then mine does awake and wired on caffeine. This felt odd, dark and exciting all at the same time. You have a way of stamping your paw prints on a piece that lets us know exactly who you are, coal Black, Black Mamba, or just Shay...maybe that's the next one.
ReplyDeleteOh, it's ethereal how you denote this separation — the suns can be blinding and shadows may provide a respite from the light that lays bare the seams of everything, even the lies.
ReplyDeleteI loved this bit: "We each had two shadows, as if we had met ourselves,/and were standing between ourselves, deciding" — such a clever setting and placement of this.
Opening stanza absolutely perfect! The rest, merely exceptional and workmanlike
ReplyDeleteWhat fascinating imagery. Salute!
ReplyDeleteJust the thought of two suns... and two shadows... that wedge between two... love it.
ReplyDeleteWow Shay. like meeting ourselves...what an intense relationship
ReplyDeleteI dont know how you think up stories beyond imagining that make one wonder why no one has thought of them before. You have such a gift. The two suns, the two shadows, the wholeness of the narrator in the second stanza - perfection.
ReplyDeleteWe each had two shadows, as if we had met ourselves,
ReplyDeleteand were standing between ourselves, deciding.
Love it!
I was always amused as a child walking under the streetlights and having two shadows one short snd the other long as I walked between one getting longer behind and the other shortening as I got nearer to it. As for cats they had just two eyes at night; that was all!
ReplyDeleteIn the poetics of love there's a shelf reserved for the science of encounter, right next to the geometries of loss -- so precisely and abundantly measured here. Now I know what those four-lensed sunglasses are for. Who doesn't botch their eclipse, if they are ever fated to find one?
ReplyDeleteFabulous..every word.
ReplyDeleteReflective, yet very immediate, too--as if, like the two shadows, two selves, everything exists at once, which may be what makes it so hard to choose...correctly, anyway, if there is such a thing. Thoughtful, and beautiful, as always, Shay.
ReplyDeleteStunning!!!! I love this!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou deliver your lines with a crisp certainty of a whole, showing us just the images you select. It is stark, and painful. Given the surreal setting, it reminds me that no matter the planet, or the stars, the human condition remains unassailable.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery of this. The thought of 2 suns and 2 shadows...its ethereal. I've read it to Zeus...and he gave you a 'woof!' Absolutely beautiful.
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