he shines on her dark side
he knows her well
she is not ashamed
to show him who she is
new moon
conjunct me
yes
as ever
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
napowrimo
me and myself (shadow work)
Standardshe births herself
from the loins of
my deep shadow
she has my face
my fears
my name
and all my life
i stand in front of her
hiding from the world
the person i truly am
until the day
she steps out
into the light
as is her right
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
shadow for shadow
Standardbe my shadow
and i’ll be yours
let’s swallow each other’s darkness
only after the night is at its blackest
does light appear
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
when seasons change
Standardice melted
no more footprints
in the snow
from now on
footfalls leave
heavy shadows
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
commute
Standardone thought one bread crumb
one direction same routine
enter the anthill
holland tunnel shadow maze
car after car heads for home
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
rain puddle
Standardsunlight dance
sparkle shimmer
wind waves
shadows deep
moonlight mirror
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
choice
Standardas i walk to the car
i thank the universe
for the healing drops of rain on my face
and thank my lucky stars that the rain stops
once i drive to my destination
high winds animate the stagnant air
the sun smiles brightly
joy in my heart
these small events
which don’t mean anything
mean everything to me
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
april showers
Standardthe falling rain
and the subtlety it implies
the water of life
nourishment
growth
cleansing
rebirth
grace
a bed of flowers blooming
the newness of spring
with explicit meaning
standing in the shadows
cold
wet
uncontrollable
not giving a damn
about our joy
or inconvenience
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
the shadow side
Standardearly spring is the shadow of summer
it is inconsistent
and subject to a random snow
it fears commitment to the sun
buds on the branches
hang shyly in the balance
how i need your summertime
to shine on me
but if ever the skies
refuse to rain
don’t scorch me
in the drought
and come december
don’t leave me
forsake the passage of time
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
easter
Standardsunlight made him a legend:
photo flash upon his halo,
overexposed,
color faded by the glare,
face obscured—
one eye,
half a smile—
what’s left
is misted over
with radiance.
in awe,
we pour illusion like water
over his tired feet,
though to think,
only yesterday,
this same man
was a solid figure
in the darkness.
we could not see
but knew him then
by virtue of touching
with our hands.
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
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