Hey /wri/ I wrote this poem today. I think it's the first thing I've ever actually written and I wanted to get some feedback. The whole thing is a gay, pretentious metaphor for existential angst or something. Hands = the true self while Shadows = the roles we play in bad faith. I'm not sure if a reader could figure that out from reading the poem alone. (Should the reader be able to figure out your metaphors? If you make them too abstract it's kind of pointless, but if they're too obvious it's lame). Anyway please tell me what you think of it!


Shadows are cast by your open fingers
The flat projections stretch over the wall
Although they lack in texture, mass, and depth
I recognize their familiar sprawl

A funny thing: your hands don't change, and yet
The shadows vary with the time of day
Their darkened lines can be well defined or
Blurred by the surfaces on which they lay

The digits curl; the thumb swivels on cue
Orchestrated movements to make a show
Shadows affecting animal figures
Solid objects thrust on planar tableau

Pity that the form of your hands will always be
Mostly obscured since we see only in 2D!