Sand
What use are doorsWith no walls around
None locked in
None held off
Memories are held
For things that are past
Answers delivered
When questions are asked
If what you hold is unbreakable
Then break, it will not
If what I hold is invisible
Then exists, it does not
Foolish are these footprints
That meandered too far
Marred the fine sand
Split the shores in half
SoleSearching at 3:51 PM
7 Comments:
the last lines have such a note of foreboding:
never to be retraced
nor recalled what the sand
so easily forgets
like the count of grains
it has stretched out in unconconscious sympathy,
stinging eyes that
never stop looking
for traces, the sand
has already lost.
Thank you blue rogue. That is an eloquent response!
We tread on, though at times purposeless, seeking that which can, should, justify the simple act of moving. Occupying another patch of space, though briefly and without trace. Hmm. (Reminds me of the chicken-and-egg dilemma. *grin*)
Loved the philosophical undertones of the first and third stanzas. And the ending -- *whistles* You astound me. ^_^
Soulless:
As always.. coming from you, peotic compliments are so very inspiring.
Invisible but very much alive and present. Maybe you just don't see it...but believe in it anyway.
I enjoyed the the journey (of my life) your words took me through. You are very talented.
Foolish are these footprints
That meandered too far
Marred the fine sand
Split the shores in half
Beautiful lines...
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