©2023 michael raven
this zero day tenabrae
cast in shadow play
a cut out silhouette
framed in shades of you
i think we were strangers
more than we dared
dream at the time
of that
youthful troubadour
crooning at the moon,
i buried the knife
deeper than you
songs fade to grey
where these shadowlands
turn to ash in an
ocean of dust
sceadugenga 
You know what,
all being made
of dust and ash
To create,
there is no better place
to be
And make it whole.
Or so
They say.
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Obviously it a poem 😅
Have a nice evening micheal, hoping your elbow freeze recede. 🙏
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Thanks! Lovely response. I’m about to call it a night, see if I can catch some rest as it sounds like my life is about to go crazy for work. Sigh. I’ll need to take a long vacation soon at this rate… Take care! 💫💙
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You too my friend sleep well 😅💗😅
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Wow, an entire medley of classic alternative songs swum through this one. Love.
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Entirely unintentional 😅
I can see where you get that, however, as I reread what I wrote.
Glad you liked this one. Take care, brother.
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“framed in shades of you” – gorgeous line!
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Thank you very much, Michele. 🙂
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A great piece, Michael, with some clever musical references. I think that sometimes certain lines (and indeed entire songs) permeate our essence as if re-forging lost connections to become part of us. Or I am just rambling?
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As I mentioned, those references were entirely accidental (well, “shadow play” is an indirect reference to the song “Shadowplay”, but mostly the intent was with respect to the actual theatre form). As you say, perhaps there are lines and songs that are so much a part of our being that they express themselves in our own creative endeavors.
So, no — you aren’t rambling.
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🙂
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