On the edge of shadows
with lidless amber watchful eyes
we play and prance; two boxers
me and him; we circle tiptoe; wait.
Soft like snow
our footfalls with retracted claws.
Our dance is fluid; mirror motioned;
endless, darkly bright.
I wonder how the mirror lies and why
the shadows speak to me?
Is this a battle or my scream?
It burns; it burns; those eyes of his;
exhaustion fills my eyes with sand.
I whisper (plead): “Please let me sleep”;
but he just echoes: “…sleep” and time wears
concrete shoes and pass like syrup poured.
My doppelganger leaves at dawn,
and daylight glosses warmth on
grayness of my skin
I thought that this could fit the prompt of Shay… my doppelganger is someone I see but no one else. To read more visit toads
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October 6, 2017
Hex! We both went for the Doppelganger! Both my father and predecessor of my grandfather (his namesake) Tom Sayers were boxers. Tom was a famous bare fist boxer from Sussex, where my grandfather came from. Most people called my father Tom too.I love where this poem took you, Bjorn – shadowboxing.
It does sound exhausting. A wonderful write, Bjorn.
Vivid and all too real, Bjorn–this is not a twin one wants to spend time with, and I wonder what part of the speaker pulls on him to come fight.
I can see that boxing dance…well done Bjorn!
Concrete shoes for time. Perfect.
Wonderfully bleak and vivid.
I love some of your phrases —
Our dance is fluid; mirror motioned;
endless, darkly bright.
I wonder how the mirror lies and why
the shadows speak to me?
Indeed.
Namaste
JzB
Oh, what a perfect way to describe insomnia. I am fighting that mirror person all the time.
Doppelganger or alter ego, they are consantly shadowing our moves, sometimes getting the upper hand, especially when there is a possibility of daring do and I jealously see their actions in my dreams.
I wonder how the mirror lies and why
the shadows speak to me?
Is this a battle or my scream?
This is brilliant and portrays an alter ego perfectly!
u might have been left with a limp… beautiful shadow dance
Not good for getting a good night’s rest. Maybe he’ll win a free vacation somewhere and fly off.