The Word Cloud

Here's the title poem from my forthcoming collection of the same title:

We Cast Pale Shadows

We cast pale shadows after death,

Not as before,

A black and changing silhouette

Etched on a solid surface

By the sun,

Or, diffused by friendly light

Within familiar rooms.

We become as sudden air across

A candle flame,

Ephemeral as a single breath,

Rare as rainbows on a

Cloudless day,

Disturbing none, but those who

Loved us for so brief a time. 

© James Rainsford 2009.


Here's a link with further information and other poems from the collection.
http://www.jamesrainsford.com/poetry.html