A ghost always chases me
from place to place.
I see its body
but never its face.
It often grows tall,
of my size or short,
with a shadowy trace
that none ever caught.
I'd stop and ask,
though I'll never know,
for it never says
if it's friend or foe.
Comments
Rula
A lovely thought in this theme and well written..
Have you ever heard of shadow boxing, it is a way of training for boxers from a few years ago not sure if it is used these days, A boxer would stand in the ring and fight his own shadow as a training item, not sure if anyone ever won in this type of fight but much safer lol.
Take care young Lady and a lovely thought from being a child..
Yours as always Ian.T
loved
the story of the shadow boxing
Thank you Ian for the kind. comment.
Eph
You must be young enough to know of shadow boxing
Though I use to see a man doing this just outside of Farrs place in Westbury Wilts but that was when I was very young lol ????
Yours Ian.T
thank you Mr. Crud
I appreciate the critique but
I thought I kept (almost) steady iambic through out
Could you please point out where exactly
I failed or/and how to amend
Thank you
thanks Mr. Crud
that helps indeed. Thank you.
(Seems you don't agree it's almost iamb)
Hey Rula
A nice innocent poem of something seen through the eyes of a child. 3rd line, you change tense using "I'd" instead of I. Doesn't really detract that much if intentional but thought I'd point it out in case it isn't..............stan
thank you Stan
For reading and the heads up