Travelers Rest
for S.S.
I am her shadow
don’t need anything
to eat or to drink
automatically
I’ll partake of
her conch chowder,
bread served with it
and I’ll drink her tea
nothing at all for me
shadows have no need
to drink, no need to eat
always watching my weight
what would a shadow be
if not as thin as could be
if not as flat as the floor
what if a shadow
got too big to get
through the door
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
9:55 p.m. 29.01.08
for S.S.
I am her shadow
don’t need anything
to eat or to drink
automatically
I’ll partake of
her conch chowder,
bread served with it
and I’ll drink her tea
nothing at all for me
shadows have no need
to drink, no need to eat
always watching my weight
what would a shadow be
if not as thin as could be
if not as flat as the floor
what if a shadow
got too big to get
through the door
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
9:55 p.m. 29.01.08
posted by Obie Quiet at 4:50 AM
2 Comments:
quite imaginative, Obediah.
Thank you so much for feedback Nenette, love. This very poem does appear on p. 39 of Poui X Cave Hill Journal of Creative Writing. Thanks for time spent and effort, taking it in. Hope it was more to feast on than what the voice in this poem consumed, which ended up being the subject of this poem. It is made or woven, as it were, out of nothing.
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