3 Shadow Shadormas

i.

The shadow
In tow its black mass
Followed me
Constant watch
With intrepid care complete
A friend bound on ground

ii.

Shadows grow
In topsy-turvy
Air gone by
Unchained not
Stuck in its own stale breath
Takes two to complete

iii.

It grows wide
To encompass paths
Bound by step
Loose on ground
What follows must someday lead
Shadows live for man

M. D. Jordan, 2011

Three Fate Shadormas

i.

Spinning life
We can think we are
Born to love
Born to hate
No matter what we create
Disregard blind fate


ii.

Leaves in cup
A bull made form once
Dismay struck
Was it good?
I shook the cup timidly
Fate would have control


iii.

Fate ran haste
The table set once
made empty
No one came
Granddad struck the sound of time
Quietly rewind

M. D. Jordan, 2011