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Shadows
Do not trust morning's shadows.
In midday they lose their echos,
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Lcve these words that can lead to deep thoughts and meanings. Thank you.
laughing at night.... ego of the proud shadows....... yes night cannot bring in shadows unless there is light spread on you......... fine thoughts. a bit philosophical. thank you dear poets. tony
Clever the comment my dear, thank you so much.We do give our life's struggle to know the world around us going through shadows, sometimes through our own shadows!
In the twilight of life man is lonely, even his own shadow leaves him. A very profound work that sums up life in just three lines.
Thank you, Nosheen, for the kind words.Sometimes we do trust them and then happens what my ''Midday's shadows'' describe.
Superb poem........To trust the morning calm till the dark night is indeed a gamble for life,10+
Thank you, dear Mohammend, for your kind word.I do read often poems of yours and I regard you a poet working with sufficient success on innovating themes and technics on poetry.
Shadows the inseparable friend of every one have a different forms in different times on days where it shortens, grows more than the person. Certain poem earlier read in it is co related to death the event which shadow goes for ever with the departed one. This great poem is so thoughtful and likes.
You have written great poems, dear Gangadharan.For some of them I thought of translating them into my native language, the neohellenic as I have done with so many poems of other poets, even indian ones.I hope to do it in the near future.You can propose me two to four of them.I'll be very pleased not to be left to look up for the bests.Thank you again.
Aloha Dimitrios... I spent a few moments on one of my favorite beaches yesterday... contemplating my shadow in the waning sunset... watching the waves die upon the sand and the weakened waters slowly fade back into the sea... and observing the image of the ripples that this action left for me to see... tiny shadows left by water that had travelled from so very far away...mere shadows of what was once a mighty surge... it is in this consciousness that I comment on this deeply profound post... I, have chased my shadow for many decades, traveling all over the planet.. and found that I could not catch it, and that it could never touch me... and that it took a certain strength of light for me to see it, and for it to seemingly see me... somewhat simple childish observations perhaps, but nonetheless empirical in the facts.. Your analog, of life's essence, and ego, to shadow... express to me the laughable trial of my efforts and the fate of the each of US... doomed to reflect upon ourselves morning, noon, and night... and come to an inclusive and short-sighted self... all the while the natural world around US dances like wood fairies and laugh out loud are our simplified thoughts (ego) ... such as it is to be conscious of our humanity... should we realize that this is what we are meant to comprehend... that we are... here... and so very laughable for the most part... IAM truly enjoying the beginnings of my search into your thoughts... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two
I read some poems of yours, dear Michael.I admired your large vocabulary.It's a great advantage for someone like us who wants to express himself in poetry.I hhope by first convenience to read more.By the time I have much to do on translating some poems I promised to Mihaela Pirjol.May be I'll find time to see which of yours I could translate.Thank you so much.
A deep and meaningful write, Dimitrios. In the evening of his years a man can reflect, with the accumulated wisdom of his experiences.
Thank you Jak.Oh yes, I do enjoy my evening by poetry, moreover when kind words likw yours praise it.
Beautiful three lines. Their depth is humbling. Life's journey is glorious yet time makes it all an illusion. Thank you for sharing.
Moreover since our shadows are our imaginative projection's arrogance.
My other one on shadows is ''Midday's shadows''.That there was my first thought about shadows.Thanks a lot, dear Hazel.
Dear Brian, thank you for the kindness to comment it.I read all your poems here and commented them.I was so pleased to see a young man like you with a true talent in poesy.In the years to come your name -Brian Merski, will be a poet's name.
In just three simple lines you spoke so much, and left so much too... A wonderfully crafted poem Dimitrios.. As people had said below me, three ages of man? ? Beautiful poem.. Thanks for sharing :)
Your observation ''left so much too...'' shows that you, dear Souren have already noticed that poems have to leave free the ground to readers for more -than the writer- to think of.Kudos.
Very, very deep What is not net, Clear, sincere, At the end of the day Will just fade away. Excellent poem,3 lines that say so much truth. Makes us think. Bravo!
Are poems to make us think or it is better to move us feel? Be both better.Thank you, dear Lady.
Both is better as you say, distinguished Scholar, Thinker and Poiitis
NIGHTS LAUGH AT PROUD EGOS - Whether the day of this poem is the 24-hour day or representative of a whole life, the point is the same; Human beings do not have the breadth of experience over vast eons of time of gods and goddesses, and so they misjudge their own worth and wisdom. That makes them heroes but also places a tragedy within each of them. Yeats was sensitive to this: he wrote, NOW HIS WARS ON GOD BEGIN, /AT STROKE OF MIDNIGHT GOD SHALL WIN.
Let traditional wisdom, eons' wisdom, help them.That is why poets write their verses.Thank you dear Daniel.
A very poignant piece. My levels of consciousness are effected by time of day
On the contrary ancient greek platonic philosophers at nights by the help of wine! That is why their scepsis became abstracted.Fortunately came Aristoteles with whom began the new age.
That's a lot to say in three lines but you did it. Youth is deceptive. We feels invincible. Noon vanishes our shadow - reality is without an echo. And old age is quite humbling.
Thank you, dear Barry.You Know, see, I'm an admirer of your poesy.I like it so much.True poetical sensitiveness.
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Beautiful, much enjoyed.
Thanks for having noticed it, my dear.