Shadows Know How

Beautiful...i really love this
Thank You

Thank you Jemac, it's really uplifting to have one' efforts appreciated - though we do it because something inside of us urges us to have to do it anyway of course.

I very much enjoyed the movement in this one, Josh. As well as the comparisons to human characteristics and traits.

It's true shadows are honest, and too many people fear the truth, thus they fear the shadow.

Hi Ahavati, thank you again for taking time to comment. It was a welcome break from shaping my neural network in villanelle configurations. Like you say, the shadow, or our negative experiences, are what give us honest information where we are at - we then of course have to process them.

Thank you Josh! for:
1. the beautifully delivered poem
2. shedding light on shadows in a way I never looked or even thought about- so much truth and food for thought!  Says a lot about your depth of perspective and observation.
3. These shadows reflect a light of their own- on our wavering personalities!!

My applause and immense appreciation!! Please accept!

regards
KDAmB

Hi KDAmB, thank you for your thoughtful and encouraging answer. Your applause and appreciation is accepted (I don't find it easy to accept praise from others - some shadow of lack of self-worth still lurking there I guess. So, you've given me a goof opportunity to practice it :) - thank you.)

This is a lovely write Josh.  Clearly, I love the rhyme scheme...and the flow

surrendering to all divine laws at will  - so true of shadows

One small suggestion (may have been a typo)

When shadows fall, they hit the ground silently
kissing unevenness and draped to (compare)
adaptable as they move agreeably
dancing in ways that catch you (unawares) -> Unaware

Hi Mel, thank you for you appreciative comments. Interesting about the word "unaware(s)" - I guess it could be either grammatically, and each with a slightly different emphasis. On reflection, I think without the 's', it says more and flows better. Will change it.
Thank you for the RL addition, too.

great idea behind this - i love the idea of shadows being sentient beings - a real thought provoker :-)

I wrote a poem about shadows seen through peripheral vision as being the souls of the dead and although in the main they were fleeting, they would become clearer the closer you came to your own death. This idea came from personal experience – diabetic visual disturbances

Excellent poem :-)

Hi David, thank you for your positive response. The original idea came from walking in town on a bright sunny late afternoon and noticing how the long shadows moved seamlessly over/around/through 'obstacles' and I immediately thought how amazingly they 'adapt' to emerging circumstances without disturbing them. Your idea of shadows as 'souls of the dead' fits well with that; it adds a dimension in my mind to the poem. Thanks again.

Ahh, now this was a damn good read! I was intrigued by the title but I have thoroughly enjoyed this poem Josh! Like someone above me said- this is a brilliant idea first off. And, your construction and flow is on point with this. You brought so much depth into an everyday thing. You brought beauty back into having a shadow! I, myself, will be looking at my own shadow a little more for now on and thinking of this.
Your description is so beautiful! I wanted to highlight some lines I loved best but I would have ended up highlighting the whole poem.  Thank you for posting!

Hello IntoTheRain, thank you for your extensive comments and appreciation. My reply to David above tells of the origin of the poem. "Windy is the sun no more" is one of those lines that's just popped into my head out the blue whilst doing something else - and when that happens I know I have to stop whatever I am doing, grab my pen, and start writing, without a clue what's coming next. Thank you again for your appreciation, a welcome morning boost to the day - and also the RL addition.

Very beautiful discription...wonderful use of words

Thank you for visiting an older poem of mine - nice to know it still has some 'mileage'.