Sunlight and Shadows

Finding poetry in star dust, sunbeams, and passing clouds

Month: September 2025

  • Puzzled

    Life’s puzzle pieces, scattered round

    One false move knocks them to the ground

    I can’t decipher how they fit

    Just when I think that this is it

    A piece falls out – the puzzle’s split

    It’s back to pieces, scattered round

    There’s colors jumbled everywhere

    A mess of green and blue up there

    Small bits like flowers on the side

    Or maybe birds – I can’t decide

    What pictures in these pieces hide

    With colors jumbled everywhere

    Some days things seem to click in place

    A pond, a path, a smiling face

    But others seem like such a mess

    Disorder, chaos, and distress

    Dark shapes that I could only guess

    Just how they seemed to click in place

    But then again, what would life be

    Without search and discovery?

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  • Opportunity

    Sand sifting slowly through my fingers

    Reach for a crystal but nothing lingers

    So close, it seems it could really be mine

    Already I see it slip away in time

    As elusive as a rainbow, as transparent as a cloud

    It will vanish like a password spoken aloud

    The more I try to hold on, the less I can see

    But look away and it’s back, calling to me

    I wonder how to touch it – I wonder if I should

    How can I really trust it – how can I know it’s good

    How far do you need to reach for your destiny

    How many places must you look before you find the key

    A cloud that passes over the sun

    A few drops of rain before it’s gone

    What if I follow in its shadow

    What if I stand and watch it go

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  • Running in Circles

    Slamming up against the wall

    Bouncing back just like a ball

    Running fast from what’s inside

    Just to hit the other side

    I’m stuck in here, I can’t get out

    Boxed in by my fear and doubt

    Prison walls inside my head

    Thoughts so deep they can’t be said

    Afraid to let in any light

    Lest my fragile dreams take flight

    If I keep them locked away

    They still could come somehow, some day

    I just imagine what should be

    And filter in reality

    Float each hope up to the top

    Knowing bubbles always pop

    Round and round this track I go

    Endless loops of high and low

    Unless, until I find the key

    To open up the door for me

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  • Mosaic

    I am a traveler in a dark wood

    Simply searching for something good

    I am a nomad on desert sand

    A tiny speck in something grand

    I am a sailor out on the sea

    Rowing to something promised to me

    I am a pilot in the sunset sky

    Looking for beauty in clouds passing by

    I am a driver speeding in a race

    Trying to hold onto life’s fast pace

    I am a diver swimming in the tide

    Searching to find out where treasures hide

    I am a wrangler riding a wild horse

    Keeping a herd of cattle on course

    I am a writer with a pen in my hand

    Just trying to catch the words as they land

    The beauty of life is that each is unique

    With a mission, a role, a treasure to seek

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  • Nothing After All

    Something sparkly

    Dancing sunlight blinding your eyes

    But now all you see is shadows

    Something flashy

    Colorful rainbow leading somewhere far away

    But now all you feel is raindrops

    Something charming

    Mystic pied piper’s tune captivating

    But now all you hear is flat notes

    Something exquisite

    Silky strands of velvet, sitting on a cloud

    But now all you touch is fake fur

    Something intoxicating

    Warm sweetness thrilling the senses

    But now all you taste is bitterness

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  • Silence

    Rain pours down with silent splash

    Lightning strikes from cloud to ground

    But never does the thunder crash

    When silence is the only sound

    Traffic speeds by, buses stop

    Trains and semis shake the ground

    Without a rumble, honk or pop

    When silence is the only sound

    Children call but none is heard

    In the backyard, store, playground

    People look – can’t speak a word

    When silence is the only sound

    Woods and jungles running free

    Birds and animals all around

    Without the great cacophony

    When silence is the only sound

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