Poet of Shadow

I write

in the

shadowed places


cold, bleak

and dark


Stepping on cracks in the sidewalk

full of cigarette butts,

phlegmatic spit

and on occasion,



There are crevices

in the fences too,

where the wind whistles

off key,

enticing me

to emerge

and share.


And I want to,

I so very want to,

and know that I

so very

never will


The silent shadows

comfort me,

drape their darkness

across my shoulders

like the powerful arm

of a strong friend


I shift and settle,

a  bag of  garbage

kicked in the corner,

under a wedge of dim, flickering light

from a faulty streetlamp,

the wires humming in

off key harmony

with the whistling wind


Come out to play, poet…


‘No,’ I reply to the invitation,

now no longer content to be in

the shadows.

I melt into them.


My words spin

out and away,

beyond my control,

into the vast, black

void of heaven.


And I write

in the

shadowed places


Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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