now the shadows are rolled up
stacked against the wall of night
still with incandescent stains
of fires that burnt bright
now the shadows are rolled up
stacked against the wall of night
still with incandescent stains
of fires that burnt bright
THOUGHT PURGE 
I keep coming back to this piece, Rajani. I love the way it plays with light and shadow, and evokes this feeling of history being rolled and stacked in the night– something brilliant that once was, and now is rolled and set aside. It’s still here, but it’s not quite what it was… Could it be unrolled and set before the light? And if so, would we wander through it once again?
Peace
Michael
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Beautifully interpreted Michael…. yes it’s never quite finished, but it’s never the same again is it! Maybe our souls whirl in orbits just like all matter, so we keep facing the light and darkness in turn.
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A wonderful poem. Great choice for inspiration.
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Thank you 🙂
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stacking the shadows – nice! Really fresh piece. Good Thots!
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Thank you.
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I see what you have painted with words…these rolled and stacked against the wall of night shadows ~ strongly visual even without van Gogh’s art. Nice
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Thanks so much, glad you liked it 🙂
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I envy poets who can write with depth, in form. You do this beautifully. I’m certain Van Gogh would appreciate this.
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Thanks so much Myrna, appreciate your comment.
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I love the idea of rolling up and stacking shadows as the sunlight fades…fabulous image. And an interesting form.
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Thank you Donna 🙂
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I am not familiar with this form but, I may have to try it….rolling shadows of night as a new day begins…speaks to me in two different ways. I think you have captured a lot in 4 lines.
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Thank you.. it’s an interesting form with a little more wiggle room than a haiku, so much easier to work with!
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Perfect…
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Thank you 🙂
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Great execution of form.
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Thank you Kerry.
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Luv the way you animated sunset
Sunday smiles
Much love…
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Thank’s Gillena.. have a lovely day.
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A beautiful poem and intriguing form. As Mary says, it takes skill to compress so much into a small space, which you did to perfection.
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Thanks so much Sherry 🙂
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the light of the poem will continue to glow. the mood of the poem is somewhat very re-assuring, hopeful.
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Thank you Totomai 🙂
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Powerful fresh images–rolling and stacking walls of night–but not erasing the memories of people’s activities in the dark. I wish I could say I only thought of sex and affection and not also shootings and crashes and house fires. I cannot help feeling these “stains” reported throughout the day and blinking like neon. Brilliant poetry!
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Thanks so much Susan, you are very kind.
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Stacking shadow is a superb expression 🙂 well done
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Thank you 🙂
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This is truly poetically and artistically beautiful. You have crammed so much into your poem. I think it is much easier to ramble on and on and on with words than to condense thoughts to their essence as you so well can do. To me there is much more artistry in brevity! Smiles. Now to your poem…I like the idea of shadows rolled up. Sometimes the clouds do indeed look that way….or maybe at eventide it is the mountains in the distance that look that way as well. And, yes, those bright sunsets do look like fire…beautiful to behold (as is your poem).
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Thanks so much for your kind words Mary.
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That’s a neat form! And you’ve used it beautifully.
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Thank you Rosemary 🙂
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Very nice imagery. Like making the bed, or cleaning up after sleep. Rolling up the mat and blanket, making ready for the day. Nice form as well.
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Thank you..glad you liked it.
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Interesting images created here.
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Thank you
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interesting image.. beautiful.
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Thank you..
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What a wonderful opening line and evocative poem – could feel the smoke lingering and love the idea of rolled up shadows
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Thanks so much Jae Rose
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Such a gorgeous write 🙂
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Thank you Sanaa…
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Gorgeous…
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Thanks Sumana.
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That shadowy realm certainly grows in the increasing darkness.
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Thanks for stopping by oldegg…
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your notion of rolling up and stacking shadows is marvellous!
there are so many structural forms of verse that I need a glossary – let alone the ability to turn van Gogh into dodoitsu!
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Thank you Laura 🙂 Hopefully Van Gogh doesn’t mind too much 🙂
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