Do you get the concept?

Question:The title is the last line of the poem.

Silhouette contorts
Hushing Whisper flickers wick
And now see the show
Dancing hands on the wall
Oh what a tangled
Wed the create
Passing shadows all without
Listen with your eyes
And see the sounds
You believe are true
-In Shadows’ Play

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Another by a similar name…

Shadow Plays

Contorting the truth
Perception in hand
Deception of what is
I hold the candle
Both casting the
Shadow
And shedding light
On truth
You watch the canvas
In fantacy die
Or see the maker
Reality revealed
In light
Of wick and flame
Out of the dark
There is no place to hide
But in shadow

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: The title is the last line of the poem.

Silhouette contorts
Hushing Whisper flickers wick
And now see the show
Dancing hands on the wall
Oh what a tangled
Wed the create
Passing shadows all without
Listen with your eyes
And see the sounds
You believe are true
-In Shadows’ Play

….

Another by a similar name…

Shadow Plays

Contorting the truth
Perception in hand
Deception of what is
I hold the candle
Both casting the
Shadow
And shedding light
On truth
You watch the canvas
In fantacy die
Or see the maker
Reality revealed
In light
Of wick and flame
Out of the dark
There is no place to hide
But in shadow

The first one sounds like shadow puppets you make with your hands..Your descriptions make it easy to understand but not so obvious that you get bored reading..Also your title is lovely "In Shadows' Play" Giving a subtle difference between the shadows playing and a shadow play... It shows your sensitive artistic nature..and to tell the truth made me blush as if you were flirting with me..I guess I was taken with your sweetness

The second one reminds me of those performance arts pieces where people are wearing all black in front of a black background and holding up puppets on sticks...It seems darker than the other one..Perhaps because the illusion was broken... How sad
I think that these two poems together show the innocence and fun of childhood and then the pain of having to grow up and have your innocence taken from you
You have out done yourself this time ...and you have truly touched my heart

The shadow in the last line of the last poem, is not talking of hiding in the shadows as in the night but hiding by convincing others that the image on the wall is accurate. The puppeteer wants people to look away from his hands and to the "show" on the "canvas"... wonderfully brilliant imagery Rouxe.

This may come as a surprise to you all but... I like this poem. I know I can be harsh at times but understand I have been going through a lot.

This does share a cohesive concept and you have worded it well. I am sorry if you think I am cruel.

Pleas tell Ifny to consider my offer.

Man, I wish I could relay a concept so well. Little hint of advise though, do not ask that sort of question if you want people to really comment on the work itself.

I think their pretty good.
How we see the shadows, yet someone is controlling them, to hide a lot of reality, etc...
Nice work:)

this is the first of your that sent chills down my bakc. it is realy cool i think.

In a way. I think it is cool to look at things we know, like shadows, and see them differently then others. That is what I love about your poems, you don't see things the way most of us do.

It's very good. I like it.

The first is an acrostic poem for SHADOW PLAY. And the second is trying to "shed more light" on the first. Cleverly done. Check line 6 though, do you mean "web they create"?

While I love the acrostic poem, the second poem, "Shadow Plays", is truly masterfully done. Very contemplative and thoughtful poems, both. I love the contrast in the second poem of light and dark, especially in the lines
I hold the candle
Both casting the
Shadow
And shedding light
On truth
The ending lines in both are brilliant. Great work. Thank you.

When I was reading your words, I felt as though some of it was coming from within and I can connect with it.
Once again well done.

Shadowplay, the acrostic, is good, but I think that you get more of the true meaning that you originally intended is in the second one. I read poetry from the greats, and wonder why I write. Soon, and very soon, Rouxe, I shall do the same with you. Blessed Be.