Photo Bing Images; Thick Fog
Darkness envelops
as if a deep fog has
settled in a valley,
taking my light
draining my mood.
Anxiety rushes in
to make things
a little more
interesting.
How long this time
will the Shadow lurk
and hold me fast
with her gripping claws?
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Posted by Bodhirose on September 26, 2016
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Victoria C. Slotto
/ September 26, 2016I just mentioned to Lillian how essential shadows are to are living, to the texture of our characters. Would we notice light without them?
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Bodhirose
/ September 26, 2016I’ve often thought of that too, Victoria. No, we wouldn’t notice the light…there would be no contrast.
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whimsygizmo
/ September 26, 2016I understand this, deeply, Gayle, and hope it’s not autobiographical. There are so many dark edges that can creep in – depression, anxiety, fear. I love that you have named them, and named them something that has no actual substance, Shadow. This is so well done.
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Bodhirose
/ September 26, 2016This definitely has been a part of my life but not presently and not for a long time now…very grateful for that! Thanks, De.
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ladynyo
/ September 26, 2016I’m with Gizmo. Beautifully done.
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Bodhirose
/ September 26, 2016Thanks, Jane!
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Bob Ellal
/ September 26, 2016I’m intrigued: you labeled the Shadow as female–“her gripping claws.” I never have labeled mine as male, seemed always something of an impersonal force. But I guess the Shadow was always me anyway. I’ll call him “Bobwulf!”
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Bodhirose
/ September 26, 2016That is interesting because I’ve written about this ‘shadow’ in the past and I too thought of it as genderless but somehow ‘she’ emerged with this poem. Bobwulf is as good a name as any! Thanks for coming by! xo
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
/ September 26, 2016I do think the interesting portion is the fact that we need those moments of shadows. Reminds of how the sentiment of melancholy was seen as a noble feeling to embrace… when we constantly need to sugar-rush ourselves with yet another high… how we need the valleys…
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Bodhirose
/ September 26, 2016You’re exactly right, Bjorn, we do need those times of shadows but maybe not to the extreme that sometimes they go. I like that you bring up embracing the feeling of melancholy…that isn’t much thought of as noble these days, but I certainly can see how that may help us in working through the feelings.
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Brian
/ September 26, 2016The gripping claws I know too well when the Shadow falls.
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Bodhirose
/ September 26, 2016They can grip tight can’t they?
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Dr. Crystal Howe
/ September 26, 2016I know this shadow… But there can be no shadow without light, or light without shadow.
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Bodhirose
/ September 27, 2016So true, Crystal…thanks for coming by.
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sarahsouthwest
/ September 26, 2016Very evocative. Naming is a powerful weapon.
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Bodhirose
/ September 27, 2016I hadn’t thought of that before but I suppose identifying it is a start to understanding and perhaps conquering. Thanks, Sarah!
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Sanaa Rizvi
/ September 26, 2016I like the reference to dark shades.. perhaps of anxiety, pain and grief.. eloquent write ❤️
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Bodhirose
/ September 27, 2016Thank you, Sanaa! xo
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Grace
/ September 26, 2016The title and shadows gripping claws gave me shivers Gayle ~ Hope the mood doesn’t last long ~
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Bodhirose
/ September 27, 2016Not my current mood, Grace, just memories of a time when it was. Thank goodness!
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thotpurge
/ September 26, 2016Can relate to the fog of darkness…and interesting discussion on the gender you used for the shadow… I might have done the same!!
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rosemawrites
/ September 27, 2016the agony is vividly expressed, Gayle. I am glad the shadowy fog has left. ❤
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Mish
/ September 27, 2016There are some shadows that visit way beyond their welcome or the purpose of appreciating the light and I believe you have described how relentless they can be. So glad you are enjoying the light, Gayle!
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maria
/ September 27, 2016Some shadows do find their way creeping from under our doors. The only way to drive them out is to find and hold on to the light. 🙂
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petrujviljoen
/ September 27, 2016I feel in the grip of just such a shadow at present. The gendered quality was first upsetting but then, it’s a fit.
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Bodhirose
/ October 1, 2016Sorry to hear that you’re down in the shadow, Petru. I hope it passes soon. I don’t know why that “she” came forth but it did and I am a she so perhaps it is a fit.
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frankhubeny
/ September 27, 2016Darkness and anxiety can drain one’s mood.
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Bodhirose
/ September 28, 2016Absolutely. Thanks for your visit, Frank.
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Inside the Mind of Isadora
/ September 27, 2016In a moment of shone darkness, we lack our spiritual enlightenment and hope it will appear once again. Powerful words penned by a brilliant poet.
Namaste
Izzy 😎
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Bodhirose
/ October 1, 2016We are lacking our true spirits when this envelops us, Izzy, so true. I appreciate your way too magnanimous compliment for me too! 🙂
Namaste… xo
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Inside the Mind of Isadora
/ October 2, 2016Well deserved, my dear friend. 🙂
Namaste 🙏
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whippetwisdom
/ September 27, 2016A poignant poem and the image of the fog in the valley is very strong. I am so glad to read this is no longer a part of your life and you can still draw inspiration from it for your writing from a different place within yourself.
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Bodhirose
/ September 28, 2016Thank you for you in depth comment for me…I appreciate that.
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kim881
/ September 27, 2016Beautifully creepy, like the fog, Gayle!
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Bodhirose
/ September 28, 2016Thank you, Kim, it is creepy!
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katiemiafrederick
/ September 28, 2016Shadows
withiN now
weatheRed
blue.. grey
and bLack
stOnec0ld..
FeatheRed
SpRings riSe..
fAll wiTh dArk..
grey scales tone as
melody oF Fault.. ah…but
to find within A weaTheRed hUman
SpiRit.. heARt and miNd
and body BaLanCing
who can stop the Rain..
inside..
outside..
so below above..
and all aRound..:)
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Bodhirose
/ October 1, 2016Yes, we’re all weathered humans…I like how you put that! Thanks for coming by Frederick. 🙂
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katiemiafrederick
/ October 1, 2016Thanks too..
My friEnd.. Bodhirose..
And welcome with.. sMiLes..:)
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Truedessa
/ September 28, 2016In times of darkness, it is best to seek some light , but we all have dark and light day.
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Bodhirose
/ October 1, 2016So true…we all have dark and light days. We just hope that the dark ones don’t hang around too very long. Thanks for your visit, Truedessa.
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Rosemary Nissen-Wade
/ October 4, 2016Ooh, those gripping claws are scary!
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