I remember from this posting a song called Me & My Shadow & I have to think that shadows are the ways our guardian angels are actually seen...sorry I missed this one as my computer was out getting its memory flushed out...wish that could be done for me personally...e

LOL!! I can visualise so much of this and the idea of you skulking in the bushes to give your Jiminy Cricket shadow-conscience the slip makes me roar! :)) "I walk in front myself so I can see what I’m leaving behind" reminds me of my old Tourist poem and I truly regret not snapping up the last remaining ticket to see Alicia Keys at MSG when I was over in 2010 as her "Empire State of Mind" song was always in my head as I cruised up and down Madison Avenue Consequently I never did trust myself to those "gypsy" cabs she mentions, fully expecting them, as you say here, to crash and dash my travelling bag of dreams... A highly evocative mood-write, flying beneath the radar in your own home town as you are so wont to do, Kartero. How can I not love this?! :)) xx

the human psyche is a thing of wonder -- filled with impressions real and imagined -- we mold our perspectives and credos from their blend, fancy, truth, desire and rebellion among the semi-homogeneous sludge of possibilities -- your metaphorical shadow is one of those self projections we utilize judge-mentally and as escapes when reality is too mundane and disgusting to contend with -- lest we become a slave to our shadows we periodically venture into the bad stuff, reality -- that is where the real rub exists -- I bid you joy,love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael

You brought me back to the city I love and the state where I was born! Pavement chalk done better in the Bronz than any place I know!An ingeniuous piece of poetry; very well done, Jude.

Joy L. Hale

Hey Jude,
Your poem brings me right to my childhood, when I would visit my relatives in the Bronx. The zoo, central park all part of my history. Recently though, I finally went to the Moma with adult eyes, and it is one fantastic place to spend hours of your day.
Such idyllic thoughts here in this poem, kinda like a day in the mind of Jude. wow it is definitely one superb thought after another. It kept my interest from the opening line until the finale!

You are a genius, Sir Jude! Keep on writing, it's always a pleasure to read your work.

Much peace, light, and love,
Amber

Marvelous with a bit of whimsical!

whew, you had a busy day :)

A lot going on here: shadowboxing, Bronx dreaming, bio blogging, and just plain living. Tells a lot about your neck of the woods. Enjoyed.

Ron

..a bit of seek, hide and seperation at times we need to explore them all~ your poem is superb Jude!

Good poem, jude. For some reason it made me "flashback" to about age eight, walking hand-in-hand with my parents past a street lamp and noticing our shadows. It was the first time I noticed my shadow. My folks did their best to explain what it was, but even at age eight it didn't really sink in. Instead it made me shiver in fear because the discussion reminded me of the radio show The Shadow, and that scary laugh. It was years before I learned that The Shadow was a good guy. Funny how bad memories can turn into good ones, and vice versa I suppose.

Just wondering....do you walk backwards? "I walk in front of myself so I can see what I'm leaving behind" I know, I know, there is a much deeper meaning, but I am more simple-minded.
When I was a Mommy, I had eyes in the back of my head, but they were slowly absorbed into my brain to become wisdom and experience for my post-Mommy life.
Anyway, back to your poem, I enjoyed seeing into your mind as you shared your dashboard dreams. You surely own the most interesting shadow I have encountered!

Connie

A fine poem, Jude, well done.

There is a lot of clarification of the "how" that makes up the poet, here. Then there is that place for the little bit of insanity that we all possess, which is ever lurking, like our shadow, very close to the edge of who we are. Intriguing offering, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

the art I visualize
are pictographs of words
filtering through my mind

And you do it extremely well. As one who often hides in bushes attempting to hide my shadow from frightened animals I'm trying to catch, I can relate.

If I could crash into anything...if I had the choice...I would pick one of your 'dashboard dreams'...and thank you for finding and expressing the you who writes such dreams for us to read...this is why you are amongst my favorite five poets in the world...Yours is so unique in its expression and style,it always is a dream for me to touch on.
Best wishes and love to you and yours
from
kay