There are shadows on the wall
They are still there to see
The ones on the right
They keep smiling at me
But the ones on the left
They keep frowning at me
So I keep looking straight
With my Dado at my side
Singing a lullaby for me
(Sheen-June2022)
The above poem is the second one (Shadows on the Wall).
There are shadows on the wall
Whom no one can see
Except for me
They frighten me at times
With their’s scary faces
But there are other times
When they smile down at me
(Sheen-Jan 2022)
I wrote this poem because of my grand daughter Maryam. She, and her mom made the family room their bedroom, as her mom couldn’t climb the stairs, because of her c section. They have now moved upstairs.
It was strange that at night time the child would look to the left side of the room, and start crying. When she looked to the right, she would smile. I have yet to ask someone knowledgeable as to what this means? Are there some unseen presences which only a child can see?
For the duration of their stay downstairs I switched on the recitation of Quran through day, and night. It helped somewhat, but now the mother is having daily nightmares.
Please feel free to express your views
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Mythical shadows on the beach
There is no one there as far I can see
But the frightening shadows loom over me
Scaring me as I sit on the beach
(Sheen-November 2016)
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DAILY PROMPT
Mythical
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Past shadows pushed me into sorrow
Memories of rainbows pulled me though
What went in my life, what remains
My life experiences, the whole info
I am a pawn in the hands of fate
And the mirror is foggy, it won’t show
(Sheen)
DAILY PROMPT
Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall
Think of your blog as a mirror: what does it reveal? Consider your blog name, theme choice, design, bio, posts… what does every element tell you about yourself?
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Daily Prompt: Soulful Machines
Machines, appliances, and gadgets sometimes feel like they have their own personalities –from quirky cars to dignified food processors. What’s the most “human” machine you own?
I stood alone, mournful, and dejected
Despair ness surrounded me
Life stretched empty, and forlorn
With the waves of time, it was ebbing away
Would it rejuvenate?
The shadows fled, and light came on
Life came back with a rebound
My beloved iPad
Brought me laughter, and sunshine
News and stories from around
Life has become a merry go round
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Daily Prompt: Memory on the Menu
Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has carved in a sweet haze?
Let me hold onto those who are lost to me
Memories give me a reprieve of sort again
They are the windows into shadows of the past
I glance back to happy times through them again
Memories are treasures of far off lived times
The moments are gone, they won’t come again
When I become a memory, I hope to remain
Good memory for my own, till we meet again
(Sheen)
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When I Become a Memory
Flowers and Breezes 