That Shadow Shows The Way. Comical poem 811 by Angela Lansbury.

Fingers creating shadows. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

Last night I saw something so strange

The image haunted me today

As I'd walked with light behind me

My shadow seemed to lead the way.

It showed me where I was going

It gaily nodded up and down

It echoed, but seemed to lead me

On focused path along the ground

Leave only footsteps, people plead

Do not leave litter on the way

Walk as lightly as a shadow

Painted echo of your good day

In a painting vital shadows

Point the way that stick figures walk

The direction of the bright sun

The painter's silent form of talk

I have not, yet, made a painting

Last night's shadow has gone away

Yet the image stays in my mind

A tantalising sign today

Sometimes the light's behind me so shadows lead the way

But when the light's in front to guide, I don't see what shadows say

But left or right the bright sun shines

So you may read what fingers say.

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All this week our book at bedtime has been about English painter Lowry, famous for his crowds of leaning stick figures which seem to march across the page.

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My Shadow. Comical poem number 808 by Angela Lansbury

No matter where I choose to go

My faithful shadow follows me

I don't print gold invitations

To breakfast, lunch, dinner - or tea

Shadow from hand forms an animal face. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

My shadow patiently sits there

It hides behind me til day's end

Not like an enemy or spy

As harmless as a dimwit friend

That shadow's strangely very dark

When there's a strong, bright mid-day light

Like me the shadow goes to sleep

When I turn off the bed-time light

I've strange, important news for you

You have a hidden shadow, too

Our shadows meet when we shake hands

I guess deep down you always knew

But what use to me's a shadow?

To a child I can explain

My hand makes shadows on the wall

Gone? Back again - I entertain.

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My books on Amazon and Lulu have amusing poems, eg Poetry Pets and Pests, which is educational, and Poetry Workbook has a list of poetry patterns so you can write similar structured poems.

Sun and moon like me and you. Comical poem 745 by Angela Lansbury.

 Some days we are like the great sun

Up early, creative, life's fun

Some days like the moon, routine groove

Yet love to hate to love we move

Like the sun, one arrives and drives

Makes sure the plants stay alive

The other like the moon reflects

And does what the other directs.

The sun goes down, moon turns around

 Neither makes any useful sound

Sun sets, disappears, like a busy wife

Back, large and bright, brings noisy life

Moonlight dark as a tree hollow

The sun goes hiding, dark at night

Yet morning's bright light tomorrow

Sunny photos, noon time shadow

No, no, no, don't say no, nor never

Like the sun and moon we'll stay together

We'll create our own good weather

Living, leaving joy forever.

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The Little Summer Swimmer

The Little Summer Swimmer
by Hazel Nutter

Every morning you can see me take my early morning swim
Later in the grassy shadow, larking in my improvised gym

My family is large - half a dozen brothers and sisters
So when one of them went missing, when young, we hardly missed her

You may sit watching, glad you're human, from your carved and painted log
But I think I'm the lucky one, having been born a frog.
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2018 MAY 3RD
Hazel Nutter also known as (H) Angela Lansbury