I am
colors
on the outside
I brush
up against my insides
rushing forward
I trace
myself
back
into life —
living
folded up
against the
world
charting a course
I am pressed
like
a
grain of sand
it’s crystal clear
I’m cut off from my own sight
imagine
I
am
neither
mix nor colors
I
find
not a hue
of
myself
only
the
spirit of
shadowleaves
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Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 
Mary ~ thank you for visiting & leaving your kind comments! ~ so glad you enjoyed it!
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Charles ~ thank you much for your insight & kind comments! Thanks!
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Louise ~ oh WOW ~ how super kind of you ~ thank you so much ~ glad you enjoyed this piece!! Trying to say allot about knowing myself & being able to take new steps forward in my life! Again thank you! ~ meand so much to me!
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Brian ~ so glad you enjoyed this piece ~ & the video/music too! I was in my living room listening to classical music which happened to be playing! The morning light just streamed into the room & I happened to watch the heat & shadows from the light play & dance on the ceiling! Just a super inspired happen stance moment! 🙂 thanks again!
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Claudia ~ thank you so much! Yep the time is NOW to dance & to break free ~ 🙂
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Natasha ~ thanks so much ~ means allot to me!! Glad you got the feeling & movement of the dance ~
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It is the essence of us moves us, what is not seen, rather what is felt . . . or so it's there, seems to be there.
Lovely introspection . . . I trust you are pleased with what you found there.
I like your poem. I like it a lot.
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Hello Joanie I understand how one feels as colours On the Outside but within the shadows appear and they are neither colour or hue and when one does feel cut off from their own sight of who they are it is quite real to feel as this poetry speaks .. it is wonderful thankQ beez
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This is a beautiful poem with striking imagery. I like the structure of it as well.
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I like the poem. I guess if I were writing it myself I might try to make all the stanzas have the same number of lines, in this case probably three lines each. But strangely enough I kind of like having the last word by itself.
I love the image 'living folded up against the world' like a roadmap folded and stuck in a drawer somewhere.
You have a lot of great images. 'Pressed like a grain of sand' is striking, and if you think about it, a grain of sand is hard not soft. “Crystal clear” seems a little cliche, and unless it has definite meaning for you I might just say “clear.” Also, I might say “it is clear” instead of using the contraction.
Also I would say “neither . . . nor” instead of “neither . . . or.”
Also, in a poem like this, where each word carries so much weight, you have two instances of “I am” and two instances of “I'm” and I wonder if you might want to just have four instances of “I am”? Of course I can understand if you want to leave the I'ms and I ams as they are.
I wonder if you've said what you want to say in the poem. In one instance you say you are colors, then you say you're not colors. If you meant to say that, fine. Just thought I'd mention it.
I do like this poem. If there is anything about it that I don't understand, that may just be my problem, and not a problem of the poem. If I recall correctly, this poem seems to address concerns that have not been addressed in many of your previous poems. That is one reason why I was motivated to make rather extensive comments. I applaud and congratulate you for your effort here. Keep up the good work.
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