Shadow’s Tale
If I call,
will you
reply?
Questions
left unwritten
shape
themselves
like words
we see
but don’t
read. Signs
fade then
reappear,
and the oaks
droop
in the still
heat.
No rain
again. If
you call,
will I
reply?
“Shadow’s Tale” first appeared here in June 2015.
O at the Edges 
Very nice. Thank you for sharing it with us. 🙂
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Thank you for reading it!
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ah, it cuts both ways
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It does indeed, Beth.
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Reblogged this on Art, Photography and Poetry.
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Thanks for sharing such a well penned poem. Wonderful imagery. I have re-blogged.
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Thanks very much for reblogging.
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My pleasure. Best Regards.
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I really like this.
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Thanks very much.
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Interesting perspective re questions left unasked. Asking exposes one to negative response. Reluctance to ask breeds more questions. Being a bit impulsive, I’m prone toward asking (at times prematurely, could’ve been better articulated!). But NOT asking creates that shadow – darkening the one not asking and quite possibly the other as well (perhaps waiting to be asked).
I do like the “bookends” form of this poem – no questions about that.
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I have pledged to ask questions. Leaving them whole yet unformed does indeed create shadows.
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