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Footsteps On The Stairs (poem)

Updated on October 24, 2013

The footsteps on the stairs was all he heard

When kisses of that evening had occurred

And in his heart were dreams and wishes spurred

As all his life was captured in a word


The love they shared was endless as the sky

A fantasy which nothing could deny

The richness of life’s beauty blossomed by

The music which would scent each passing sigh


Within their season only sweetness heard

A single smile left nothing to deny

Theirs was a story love was fashioned by

Upon a ledge with this one single word


But clouds appeared to color tranquil sky

It seemed to him a drift in life occurred

Who knows the incidence of changes spurred

And brings a tear of pain to lover’s sigh


She left that night with just that single word

And in it all his silence would be spurred

Not sure exactly when goodbye occurred

The footsteps on the stairs was all he heard


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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      That was impressive!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and beautiful. A sad but lovely poem. Passing this on.

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      You are a master of poetry, Martin.

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      Shelley Watson 4 years ago

      Thank you for once again bringing beauty into a quiet Saturday morning -

      "Not sure exactly when goodbye occurred,

      The footsteps on the stairs was all he heard".

      Loved those words so resonant with sadness and loss.

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      Max Havlick 4 years ago from Villa Park, Illinois

      "Oh, Max, you are among friends"??!!! Wow!

      "DJ with a man's hat" must be a woman in disguise, bec. grown men don't talk like that, at least not to me.

      But no harm taken, DJ, and no harm meant.

      Nonetheless, even among friends, is it not wise to remember "different strokes for different folks"?

      HubPages thankfully has room for a wide range of temperaments and points of view, which explains, to me at least, why they tolerate the likes of me.

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      DJ Anderson 4 years ago

      Oh, Max, you are among friends.

      I am just kidding with you.

      No harm meant. :-)


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      Max Havlick 4 years ago from Villa Park, Illinois

      Different strokes for different folks!

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      DJ Anderson 4 years ago

      I like my comment better! He, he

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Martin, this is very beautiful. I especially like:

      'The richness of life’s beauty blossomed by

      The music which would scent each passing sigh.'

      It's so unexpected, and yet music does blossom and pervade our lives and loves, making our life so much the richer.

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      Max Havlick 4 years ago from Villa Park, Illinois

      A beautiful piece of work, Martin, showing marked progress. I esp. like the line, "The richness of life's beauty blossomed by."

      Overall coherence outstanding, but line-to-line connection a few times harder to follow.

      For line 8, the "which" (used today only for nonrestrictive clauses not essential to the main clause meaning) should be changed to "that" (for your restrictive clause here). Better yet, you can avoid the pronoun altogether and at the same time get rid of the unwieldy "would" by upgrade editing "scent" from subjunctive to past indicative, as in, "The music scented every passing sigh." Or if you don't like "scented" this way, try "signaled," giving, "The music signaled every passing sigh."

      Stay with it, Martin; you've got talent and, apparently, the desire, which is just as important.

      Max, Friday, Oct. 25, 2013

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      kidscrafts 4 years ago from Ottawa, Canada

      It's a very sad poem; communication is always better... one word is not enough!

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      DJ Anderson 4 years ago

      I am a selfish lover. I need to hear sweet love poems each morning when I arise. I need to read the gentle words of a bleeding heart and as I hear compelling music playing . "I, I, I, I, I"

      What do you need from me, sweet Martin?

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      When your writing days are done, Martin, we will all be a bit poorer because of it. Well done and beautiful.

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      What happened to cause the perfect love to die?

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      The mystery of the endless love, but was it truly endless when one left with just one word, and what word was that and why ...

      Curious poem.

      God bless, Faith Reaper

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      Devika Primić 4 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Footsteps On The Stairs no words but only footsteps heard hmm wonder why so silent?

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      Graham Lee 4 years ago from Lancashire. England.

      I wonder what he said or did Martin. Excellent.