Andrew James Whalan

Poet Blogger Writer

Catching Shadows Before They Fall

It's not my failing eyesight,
That sees dusk not daylight,
And the dawn before the night,
For I live in a world of half light.

Yet sometimes I feel lost
Pressed in by a moving forest
Of those taller than me
Whose shadows they can't see.

Looking through that half darkness
Listening to what is not said
Letting silence draw out the truth
To discerning the felt but unspoken

I see them so sure and certain
As they think so themselves
Until I see first the shadows change
Just before they teeter and fall

I try and catch them first
But mostly I miss and fail.




  1. So despairingly sweet; beautiful work.

  2. So despairingly sweet; beautiful work.

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