The Shadow on our Shoulders



“I have daughters and I have sons.
When one of them lays a hand
On my shoulder, shining fish
Turn suddenly in the deep sea.”
― Robert Bly


A father

promised his son

that he would

give him a Supermoon

but the night was overcast

tiny droplets of rain


upon their upturned faces


they did not notice

the tears the clouds cried

over the missing of the moon


they were creating tall memories

which would stand on their shoulders

reaching beyond




wrapped in the embrace


undivided tenderness


“I am proud only of those days that pass in
undivided tenderness.”
― Robert Bly


2 thoughts on “The Shadow on our Shoulders

Please share your views

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s