Open Poetry #39 |
Following footsteps... |
papaskins Junior Member
since 2006-11-15
Posts 21 |
Gently rocking near the window, Noises creak outside the door. Opening to see who enters, Footsteps creep along my floor. There are shadows that I’m seeing, Passing through or coming home? Should I be frightened, filled with wonder? Or just give them room to roam? Nervously I go to touch them, Curious, are they lost souls? Did they lose their way along The path into the vast unknown? One by one they seem to leave me, Disappearing from my face. Whispering for me to meet them, Giving up the human race. Suddenly the strangest feeling Yet to enter in my soul. Was I not among the living? Shadows call… and take me on. Into a light I seem to follow, Quickening my steps to pace, With them that came and now I follow, Surely there was some mistake. Falling in a blur of memories, Flashing through my mind is grace. Gently rocking near the window, Sits the next to take his place. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this gave me chills |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this was hauntingly beautiful...I believe there is no fear in the writers expression of the knowing of another place we all will soon pass through and onto...it is a poem of life...and the many passages we take. Wonderfully written. Enjoyed |
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papaskins Junior Member
since 2006-11-15
Posts 21 |
I have written several poems about death, mostly mine, and I have NO clue as to why they pop into my head. |
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