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Footprints in Wooden Floors
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Footprints in Wooden Floors |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
There was a note that she left, on the table by the door, in the cold light of dawn, folded once, then she was gone. And I held it in my hand, without a lingering doubt. No need to read a single line, with something known ahead of time. Then I looked around the room, as if I’d find some sign, in the lost that’s to be found, buried deep beneath the ground. But there’s nothing that has changed inside these barren walls. Except few echoes from the past, barely heard and fading fast. It opened up on someone’s breath, three lines for the reading, in the morning’s whispered light, just enough to read the write. I mouthed them as I read, and for a little while I could almost see you there, in the time that we still cared. “We tried to make to best of it, that’s as much as I can say. Thanks for the good times, and more for what’s left behind. - Me” Soon it floated on my breath, down to wooden floor, where your footprints left a mark, in the shadows deep and dark. |
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Devious Intellectual Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 112 |
But there’s nothing that has changed inside these barren walls. Except few echoes from the past, barely heard and fading fast. i liked that and the closer, really made me see what you were tryna get me to see, it was smoothe and shows what most go through at some part in there lives, makes me want to prevent this type of thing to happen after the read, good stuff |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Reminds me of something that happened to me not that long ago... I thought about it and though my response seemed harse to me, it was the right response, the words that needed to be said, a relationship that needed to be refined or redefined...James |
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paullallady Member
since 2007-04-03
Posts 262Michigan |
this poem really spoke of loss and sadness, and done in such a tender, beautiful way. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
to me, this could have been the perfect scene in a screen play this bought to the table, bittersweet humanisum in strong colors...perfection captivated....well done, especially loved the last line where your footprints left a Mark in the shadows deep and dark creative play on words...loved this |
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