The shadows dance around the walls

each one a memory

Trace the shadow of a bird before it flies away,
And learn that every moment passes, learn to seize the day.
Trace the shadow of yourself and stay forever still,
But you'll learn you won't get very far, I guarantee you will.

I small, single shadow darts across the ground.

I look up at the sky, and the sun is blocked

for a split second, hardly noticeable.

Suddenly, out of no where,

dozens, no, hundreds of little shadows

dart in different directions

creating chaos on the ground.

Soon, there are so many,

the sun is blotted out

and I'm left in darkness

as a storm rages above.

Thousands of flapping wings

create a hurrucane's wind

and a tornado's sound.



Just when I can't take it anymore,


it's quiet.


I lift my head from my knees

to see a single crow staring back at me

before turning and flying away.

Where were all those birds going?

why, away from me, of course.

Now I'm back to a sun-cracked desert

with just me and my shadow.

Write a poem about a shadow. For a challenge, try writing about the shadow of a bird flying over head.

Huddled together under thick blankets
scarfs wrap tightly around our necks
mittens disguise our hands.

Everything is set up and perfect,
we've been planning this for a long while now.
Someone lights a match
and suddenly we are all holding our breaths.

*BANG!*

Color sparkles across the navy winter sky
the bright red and blue reflect off the freshly-fallen snow.
A quiet, monotonous winter scene explodes in a light show.

We still can't breathe as our dreams become reality.
We never want the magic to end

staircase creaking
                             windows leaking
                                                          faucets dripping
                                                                                     cabinets wishing
                                                                                                                  closets aching
                                                                                                                                         Hearts not breaking

Out the door and on my way
Into a cold, dark, world with skies of gray.
Feeling slightly incomplete
Treading out into the sleet
Looking up into the gray
"Something's different," I hear myself say.

"Light blue?"