It’s not shame itself we want to lose
but the shame about our shame.
Shame itself is as innocent
as bliss or love or joy, only
we seldom want it to linger.
A woman walks through rows of corn
and knows her own shadow.
She does not lament its shape,
but uses it to guide her.
There is teacher in everything,
even the corn dried on the stalk. Even
the wanting to push shame away.
Even the arm that rises up
to embrace our own shadow,
impossible as it is.
Those first five lines, perfect. It’s the POV that moves from the inclusive WE etc., to the woman. then back to the OUR at the end. I got lost. Shouldn’t it be HER shadow? At least I’m not sure why the camera pulls back so far again.
You always catch me in my weird POV switcheroos thank for letting me know where it¹s tough to follow . Xo r
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Sunday, October 11, 2015 at 7:22 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “In the Maze Again”
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