Old Footsteps
By Carmina Gitana
I trace old footsteps in the dark
and fill them in with sidewalk chalk.
And if the morning rain washes them away
I'll do it all again the next night.
I find old flowers pressed between
the pages of old notebooks.
They crumble blindly at my touch
but the perfume of their final breaths
still lays upon the pages.
I scatter seeds behind me
so I might later find my way.
But if the birds get to them first,
I'll still find a trail
by the ghosts of trees that might have been
I keep a box full of old maps.
The roads have all got different names now.
But a road is a road is a road is a road,
and they all must go somewhere.
I trace old footsteps in the dark,
I turn the stained and scented pages,
I seek shade from a tree that never was
and make my way to where we'll meet.
Comments on "Old Footsteps"
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On Sunday, April 26, 2009, Believer
(48) wrote:
indeed. i very much enjoyed this. and i apologize for the simplicity of this comment but you must excuse me cuz it's 2 am >
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A former member wrote:
I enjoyed the way everything was laid out and it all came together in the end. A positive overtone, after all is said and done. +tpu
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On Monday, October 20, 2008, Stranger
(264) wrote:
I truly love all of your writing. But this one stands out; really stands out. The phenomenal writing aside, this obviously sprang forth from a deep a real place. That is both philosophically insightful and emotionally honest. Now back to the phenomenal writing... "by the ghosts of trees that might have been" What can I say... One does not see a turn of phrase like that every day.
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On Sunday, October 19, 2008, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
Wonderful exploration of the 'might have beens' - I especially loved the third stanza. "But if the birds get to them first, I'll still find a trail by the ghosts of trees that might have been".
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On Sunday, October 19, 2008, Leith Plunkett
(239) wrote:
(They crumble blindly at my touch but the perfume of their final breaths still lays upon the pages). This is especially beautiful, really played on my mind. Lovely piece
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On Saturday, October 18, 2008, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
"I scatter seeds behind me" I love that whole measure. So beautiful. Great finish. Write on.