Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

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I don’t tend to notice
how the shadow
plays across my face
but I remember
the girl I spent time with
back in 1972
I’ve asked my favorite music
to tell me what I want to know
about the messages
I always missed
there’s a sadness
mixed within the gladness
for everyone we’ve kissed
and the light of every fading sunset
offers a salty sweetness
we can taste upon our lips
fragments of stories
unravel with frayed threads
piecemeal
incomplete
and if you pictured me again
posing in the great outdoors
would I be dancing in the snow
or surrounded by leaves of green
under bright blue skies
or shades of cloudy gray
and would you happen to notice
the shadow
across the side of my face

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Written by johnwhays

July 21, 2021 at 6:00 am

4 Responses

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  1. I am wondering whether you are referring to opportunity costs or opportunity lost or maybe opportunity realised. For it seems to me, you have your cake and eat it – so many burning candles on so many birthday cakes that outshone all your shadows, making you an enlightened poet like few others. That said, your words leave a haunting impression of the duality of life or perhaps oneness of it all. (P.S. What happened to the accompanying image?)

    Ian Rowcliffe

    July 21, 2021 at 10:35 am

    • Excellent analysis/interpretation. The image for these words must be supplied by the reader’s mind’s eye. 🙂

      johnwhays

      July 21, 2021 at 10:40 am

  2. Beautiful

    George G Walker

    July 21, 2021 at 7:29 am


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