I gaze upon a lamp
cast shadow and question,
“Why do you stalk my steps,
yet flee my approach?”
A response, rare, was offered
in the wordless way shades do,
a fleeting turn to stare at stars
and dream of lightless space.
Confused, I posed anew,
“Why do you brand me aegis,
yet fear my embrace?”
Mute and expressionless,
our gazes met
Then, to absence,
parted way.
What is this blank expanse,
the path of the formless lost,
the forgetfulness of deep sleep
and a discarded lighter.
What is this blank expanse, to me?
Penless pages in torn margins, coffee
left sill-sitting and lapped by candlelight
eyes waiting for my own to rest.
roughest one I've put together so far, lots of frayed strings at the edges and not sure it has space to grow or is more than a scrap, but Day 5! death be not proud _
Written for free-verse poetry maven @d-pend's revolutionary poetry initiative The 100 Day Poetry Challenge [Advanced Group] undertaken for Steemit School where @d-pend will be hosting a daily poetry show at 6 PM GMT.
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