~
Cloudy memories,
Becoming more fragile with the passing of time,
Take on a delicate flimsiness
And the people who were once so real
Become shadow people,
Glimpsed through the drapes
Shrouding the windows to the past.
~
©DGA 18 October 2011 11:15
Shadow People from the Past
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
09/01/2012 at 5:48 am
So true. We’ve moved around so much . . . making friends, then leaving them behind . . . like so many shadows.
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 5:55 am
I suppose it is as though they are shadows of our experiences, in a way, Nancy, and we’ve moved onward (and upward, I hope!)
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 8:55 am
I have so many of those shadows. Some I miss, some I dont.
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 9:03 am
They have helped make us who we are, Inzwakazi. And sometimes they return to us from the shadows.
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 11:43 am
Oh Denise! I can’t tell you how much I have forgotten the names of those with whom I worked for years! My grandmother used to call it “old age and infirmary” !!
john
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 2:34 pm
I think we all struggle with our memories, John. I have always been dreadfully bad at remembering names.
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 3:30 pm
This was actually quite moving, well done.
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 4:55 pm
Thank you, Hook.
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 4:53 pm
Shadow people, perfect … some are gone forever, others return another day.
Blessings – Maxi
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 4:56 pm
That’s how it feels to me, Maxi. Out-of-focus for now…
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 10:56 pm
I seem to be clocking up more and more of these Shadow People, Denise… at first I thought it was quite funny, but now it’s getting slightly frustrating – especially when I’m talking to an old acquaintance and I just can not remember their name. I often wonder if I’m one of their Shadow People too, but it doesn’t seem like it… a good, thought provoking post this one… I like it! 😀
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 6:01 am
It’s not nice to think we could be relegated to the shadows too, Tom, haha. I hate it when I can’t remember their name! I’m so glad you liked it. 😀
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 11:34 pm
For me it happens with clients. They share so many of their personal details with me.. they feel very connected to me. And when I see them sometime later.. I cannot remember their names. I feel terrible when this happens.
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 6:03 am
Yes, me too, Jeannie. I hate people to think they’re not important to me…
LikeLike
09/01/2012 at 11:41 pm
Strange how it happens that way, when they were so much part of our lives.
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 6:05 am
Yes, it is, Kate. It makes me feel terribly guilty.
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 2:39 am
And we too become Shadow People, perhaps already are for some.
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 6:06 am
I know, but somehow I don’t mind that, Ben.
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 5:48 am
true…and often the events themselves either become greater or a whole lot more tolerable than they once were…
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 6:07 am
Yes, Brian, because I think distance puts things into perspective… Thanks. 🙂
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 7:44 am
As they are now, so shall we be, as time marches on. Such is life Denise.
A thoughtful post, as is your norm.
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 9:13 am
Perhaps we are already, Jake… Thank you. 🙂
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 10:23 am
I was just thinking about that today – how my memories and feelings are fading, of people I used to be very close too – good poem adeeyoyo – quite evocative.
LikeLike
10/01/2012 at 3:28 pm
It is quite sad that this happens, Gabe. Thanks…
LikeLike
13/01/2012 at 10:28 pm
Adeeyoyo, the poem is heartfelt and conveys profound sensitivities. Keep penning, you are so gifted with poetry. Cheers.
LikeLike
14/01/2012 at 6:40 am
Thanks so much for the visit and the nice compliment, B-I-D.
LikeLike