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Monday, May 23, 2011

footprint





YOU could say
It was there,
Waiting 
Only for your single 
Glance,


YOU could say,
It waited
For you 
To realize
That life
Revolved in a 
Perfect circle.


Thus
Before
Being washed off
It looked up to you


To say,
"I was here, before you came..
Follow me, by my name."


This poem participates in Poetry Potluck Week 36-Sketches, Images, and Impressions.

5 comments:

Isabel said...

this brings baack some memories I have of te beach. great poem. if we only knew what all the footprints we see in the sand would say.

Jingle said...

smart one, love the imagery of beach.

happy potluck.

Jingle said...

smart one, love the imagery of beach.

happy potluck.

Andy said...

To me, this is very sad. It speaks of waiting in vain.
Stunning imagery.

Well done!

Mystic Margarita said...

Beautiful imagery with wistful overtones. Loved it.