Shadow Wisdom

It’s been a hot minute since I did any creative writing. What I have thus far, what I wrote today, may be kind of purply prose, might be a little cliché, but I love it for its own sake. It felt really good to just make something. It’s about a melancholy poet who seeks out the silence of the woods in winter, unsure as to why.

I hesitate to share it as it is still very fresh. Not sure if I plan to revise it or just let it breathe and exist as is, as my first poem of 2023. It was inspired in part by some of the word options from my many Magnetic Poetry kits.

I am actually considering a walk through the winter wonderland outside today. A bit under the weather, but if I bundled up, I think it could be doable. I should clear the fresh snow off my car, anyway, so it doesn’t turn to ice by tomorrow, if it melts by day and freezes overnight.

Maybe I’ll just share the last few bits. I really like this part:

Excerpt from Shadow Wisdom:

Shadow whispers: even as

Little a sliver of yourself as

Stands here now, possesses

alchemy. Nothing, no one,

is forgotten.

Searching Pexels for a fitting shadow photo, I found this, which wasn’t quite what I was looking for; it reminded me, however, of the story of Persephone and Demeter and winter (and pomegranate seeds).

Here’s to everyone who’s known an underworld journey of one sort or another. May they prove fruitful and, hopefully, short-lived. May you find some wisdom and peace even within the shadows, reassured the light persists, seen or unseen, awaiting only your reemergence.