Personal Project: Poetry "Shadows Painted Along the Way"

Shadows Along the Way

As my eyes focus, 

They find confusion

In an endless box of sight and sound.

A simple creation,

A mass delusion

The quasi-intellectual hang around.

Perhaps in days

Both distant and bright, 

We once held something truly new.

But, in this era

Of technological splendor

The luster seems to fade from view.

The sun still sits high, 

According to Chet,

My weather informant of the day.

So I'll take his word,

And quietly imagine 

The shadows painted along the way. 

Of the paths, I once walked, 

And the dogs that had barked,

Their movements trapped in silhouettes.

Of the gleaming weather

That I used to know better, 

Riding the air on an old swing set.

As my eyes focus

They find confusion 

In an endless box of information.

This harmless fun

Has replaced the sun,

Casting shadows from every station.

J.M. Rogers