(Photo by Dan Felstead of
Wood and Pixels Narratives)
BARN SHADOWS
The standing barn has absorbed the frequencies
Of passing memories and feelings gone by
Darkened with shadows of passing time
Or the communications of a earlier eon
The old oak planks are a testimony
Of the hardworking tobacco farmer's life
Permeated wood with fragrances not soon forgotten
The emotional scars like the many wood worm holes
So why is my life wrapped in the shadows
Like the claustrophobic lines on the barn
Instead of breaking free to a different life
Where laughter can chase the shadows away
The shadows help to conceal my presence
As I wait behind the scenes
Never quite comfortable in the role of a leader
A follower I'll always be
Will my life eventually calm down
Will I come to miss these times
But I don't want everything all sunshine and roses
Because the shadows are now my best friends
2 comments:
having spent sufficient time in the shadows i think it is time for me to come out..
that was a great shot you used as your inspiration here....
Bobbi,
Thanks putting such great words to my photo. It is always a treat to read what you have done. I get the sense on this one that your words may be somewhat autobiographical???
Keep up the great work.
Dan
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