Morning Shadows and other poems

Morning Shadows
Fleeting
Time stood silent
To behold from afar
These tales we tell
For short as they are
They reveal in unison
All that we are
And all we could be
From one tale
Our fate is ours

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Fluid
Fluid like tears
You choose to change
All that you don’t know
Or even care to
The first one born here
The last one to know
Fluid
You flow and change
Until
After years pass
You find yourself asking
Who am I

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Things Held Dear
Whisper to me
From deaf ears
All you know
Or care
Tell me what you can
I’ll tell you nothing
What good will it do
Its so shallow here
My voice drowns
In six inches of sand
This is all I know
All I care to
For what is above this
But things held dear

Joseph A. Isahack