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Footsteps (poem)

Updated on March 15, 2014

Footsteps on the street they call my life

Countless are the memories they sound

One more day the shadows and the smiles

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Footsteps pounding purpose to their dreams

For here they found new meaning to their course

An extra bit of season to their time

A hint a scent a something to call mine

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Footsteps haunting

Footsteps taunting

Footsteps walking through my memories

Finding Joy in instances they caused

Feeding on impossible they made

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Footsteps every day a hundred more

As names repeat their need to be increase

Footsteps at my window

Footsteps at my door

In my sleep are footsteps

In their death my tears

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Footsteps pounding

Footsteps grounding

Footsteps drowning hopes of normalcy

Far away from echo which they made

Streetlights bury secrets far away

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Footsteps’ moments ever carry on

I hear them in the sunset’s seasoned rain

Listening to footsteps made by her

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      The sound of footsteps can be so evocative. Interesting poem.

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      Victor W. Kwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

      Intriguing poetry.

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      kidscrafts 3 years ago from Ottawa, Canada

      haunting and beautiful!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      I hear them Martin!

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      Dilip Chandra 3 years ago from India

      Like always, a great writing...

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      Karen Silverman 3 years ago

      she haunts you...

      i wish all those footprints brought her back to you..

      hugsxx