Sunday, March 13, 2016

sun shadow

in a cavern of my mind where roots of wisdom are born
gathers a surfeit of memories of when youth held
my hand tightly and my glass of juice was immortality
every moment was deplete of life’s trepidations  
and there was joy in the freedom of the wind that
filled my lungs as i would run like a deer in its meadow
and the angst of life had not yet laid its heavy arm upon
my shoulders

in this journey walking a step in step with me, t’was
a void in absence of a father's love, an anguishing was
awaiting to touch my soul as my life was assembling
and that emptiness of unrequited love lay dormant
in a chamber of my heart, later to evince like a shadow
cast by the lonely pearl of night but, for now, little was 
known of this, for it was never known

the most i ask and least of life, as Diogenes asked of Alexander:
not to stand in the way of the sun


  1. This is beautiful and poignant, Marco....the void of a father's love and the heavy arm of the angst of life on your shoulder. Your closing line is especially effective.

  2. ah yes ageing is and un or happily so a part of this process called life

    much love...

  3. One should not always walk in the shadows! Your poem is very touching, with a wonderful selection of words for the bibliophile.

  4. Oh Marco this poem has made tears well up in my eyes....I could feel the beauty of the words....

    'and there was joy in the freedom of the wind that
    filled my lungs as i would run like a deer in its meadow
    and the angst of life had not yet laid its heavy arm upon'

    And the underlying pain in the second stanza....and such hope in those brilliant ending words. Fabulous!

  5. "Not to stand in the way of the sun.' How beautiful. I could feel the joy and freedom of childhood in your words.

  6. Indeed- don't: 'stand in the way of the sun..." A very knowing write MarcoAntonio - it certainly spoke to me... With Best Wishes Scott

  7. Poor Diogenes...not only did they stand in the way of his sun, they stole his lamp when he was searching for an honest man:)

  8. To be there shadowed... so often it happens, and to be without a father's love... (or shown a father's love which is just as bad).. touched me deeply my friend.

  9. Marco...this is truly stunning! A new favorite for me of your poetry!

  10. Those first three lines are sweeping and grand and just emotionally stunning :-)

  11. This poem is written with such deep emotion and expresses both grief yet an understanding of life with all its joys and sadness.