Sunlight and Shadows

Finding poetry in star dust, sunbeams, and passing clouds

Month: September 2025

  • Stalled

    Drowning in words, but nothing to say

    Wanting to act, but running away

    Knowing these feelings will drive me insane

    But still I hold on tight to the pain

    Feeling so bad, but not knowing why

    Looking for help, but too scared to try

    Trying to look at what is inside

    But fearing my world will just be denied

    This chaos inside will tear me apart

    Until I can find the truth in my heart

  • Maze

    How do time and place contrast

    That time goes by but places last?

    Time changes place, then time moves on

    While somehow place holds moments gone

    But pieces of both time and place

    Are carried forward in the race

    They seep within us, mixing, shaping

    And unexpectedly escaping

    To mold and meld with future time

    To give life rhythm, tone, and rhyme

    How do time and place entwine

    To mark events where they align?

    Abstract and tangible unite

    And pieces of a story write

    Then move on forward to the next

    Unless preserved in mind or text

    That keep past stories living on

    To make a space where we belong

    We mark these moments in life’s climb

    Through the maze of place and time

  • Falling

    It’s funny how falling off of a cliff

    Does not always happen in one moment swift

    Sometimes you don’t know that you started down

    Til the last bit of sliding when you hit the ground

    And everything hurts, and everyone’s gone

    You’ve plunged into darkness, can’t see to go on

    It’s funny how falling off of a cliff

    Is sometimes only a feeling, as if

    The world is crumbling from under your feet

    When really it’s only shifting your seat

    And maybe the landscape contracted or grew

    But you’re still on top, if you can push through

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  • Sunrise

    I came upon a lilac dawn

    Lake fog mist in purple wisps

    Trailing form of last night’s storm

    Melting away in gold sun’s ray

    Promising the hope of spring

    Dawn lingers in purple fingers

    Splashing light across the night

    Cotton swirled by clouds unfurled

    Breaking day to light from gray

    Promising the hope of spring

  • Promise

    Rock, road, yours alone

    Up against the wall

    Hard place, go through it

    Never stop on your dreams

    The hand that opens doors

    Your eyes, when I fly

    Truth, lost, more to say

    So dark can’t shine, be found

    Shadows only reflect the sun

    Open up to the light

    Quietly waiting to grow

    Promise alight, new dawn

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  • Not

    I am not thinking about a pink elephant in a purple sky

    I am not thinking about what happens when dreams die

    I am not thinking about a cage full of yellow birds

    I am not thinking about what can change with a few words

    I am not remembering the roads I didn’t take

    I am not remembering a princess castle birthday cake

    I am not remembering that glance in the rearview mirror

    I am not remembering all the things I wrote to get here

    I am not wishing for a fancy carriage or silver skates

    I am not wishing for a trip across all fifty states

    I am not wishing for one more spin on the dance floor

    I am not wishing for a different life anymore

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