Amputated Moon

poetry, nature, writing (all writing is the property of the writer and should be considerd copywritten)

Jun 14

Shadow Walls

Category: My Poetry
Jamestown stick house1 this wall of shadows bricks of light mortar of darkness cast upon a dusty ground   inconstant made engineered by a star’s rising in the morning only to fall at night   planted on this orb constantly spinning leaning upon its axis tilting north then south   where shall I lay my head within these insubstantial walls where day and night lie shadowed and lit   bury me within these walls cool and still in soft shades rain unfettered and breeze blowing soft upon me  

Pamela Olson, 6/14/09

  For One Single Impression’s prompt, “Walls” 13 comments

13 Comments so far

  1. gautami tripathy June 14th, 2009 10:47 pm

    Mortar of darkness.

    It stays in mind…

    filigreed walls

  2. Jim June 14th, 2009 11:52 pm

    Pam, you saved the best for last. I was afraid you wouldn’t come to a point of the poem. Immured (Sandy C. taught me this word) within your walls of shadows will let you R.I.P.
    I also picked up on your natural opposing lines. A star that rises in the morning and falla at night should be out of sight most of the day; laying the head not on a soft pillow but on your walls of shadows, bricks that shine, etc. I am not good enough with the earth’s wobble, but it seems right?
    Anyway, it was fun even if I missed by a mile. :-)
    ..

  3. Anthony North June 15th, 2009 1:59 am

    You’ve gone deeply into walls here. Intriguing words.

  4. Edward S. Gault June 15th, 2009 2:05 am

    A very different view of walls-excellent poem and pic!

  5. SandyCarlson June 15th, 2009 9:01 am

    I love the imagination at work here. What a great piece.

  6. Deborah Godin June 15th, 2009 9:40 am

    Sometimes, the more a like a poem of yours, the harder it is to say how much I admire it, enjoy it, am amazed by it…like this one. Adjective fail sometimes.

  7. Michelle Johnson June 15th, 2009 10:28 am

    Hello Pam~ Your poem makes me think how someone would take sanctuary in death. The stone walls that surround them, cover them. The comfort that comes from these walls. Well done. Have a great day.

  8. lissa June 15th, 2009 11:03 am

    I read it as someone lost in between the days and finding it hard to differentiate what’s real and what’s false

  9. if June 15th, 2009 4:32 pm

    interesting poem and beautiful picture

  10. Tammie June 15th, 2009 6:13 pm

    the first stanza reads (to me) as though it were an incantation.
    wonderful

  11. Tumblewords June 15th, 2009 10:08 pm

    Wonderful…

  12. Sandy June 16th, 2009 2:58 pm

    Beautiful, there is something about shadows that is so appealing.

  13. gabrielle June 17th, 2009 10:39 pm

    Lovely!!! It is indeed an unsteady ride. I would like to settle in to the sound of frogs singing in the rain.

Leave a Comment