Jitka Anlaufova

Jitka Anlaufova

All our shadows
lengthen with time
life’s day growing short
the reddening sun slipping
fire`ball toward infinity
where all is shadow
and shadows all

Men love dark`
ness it has been said
for their deeds are evil
That may well be for some
whose treachery lurks
among the shadows
after mid`night

But an old man
makes his shadows
into friends in the hope
he’ll find among them some
memories of life & love
not yet wiped clean
for all eternity

“I ate of the shadow, the shadow
Ate of me. The scouring bees of blindness
Merge with the wood of self
Until even my face in water
Is past memory.” ~ Stephen Kuusisto


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Shadows

  1. that final stanza catches hold of my innards

    Liked by 1 person

  2. beautiful – a haunting poem

    Liked by 1 person

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