"Footsteps Softly Echo..."

"Footsteps Softly Echo..."

A Poem by Chris
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Who we are...

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“Footsteps Softly Echo…”

 

Footsteps softly echo

at every pause I take…

cause I wander - day and night

and in the silence wake

eyes and souls oft’ lost within

“moments” they’ve only known

and let an other come to know

they really aren’t alone.

 

I’ve walked so many cobblestone paths,

sat seawalls watching sand -

as waves walked in

and firepits gleamed -

and just shadows held my hands.

 

Then gone and walked so far again

up gangways, ramps and stairs -

and down to tread ‘long old, worn trails,

through graveled hells …uncared.

 

I’ve wondered cliffs and glacial ice,

stared from battlement walls.

Shared coffee IN Nor’easter’s thrall,

and ocean’s tease…

and walked ceilings without pause.

 

I’ve wandered nights’ mares

daymares too

- some might just survive…

listened and dreamed

and gently wished

as tears just leaked anew.

 

I know the streets

up close and real

the cold and heat

…and damp.

I know the dark

near just as well…

the sounds of pain

and loss and fear.

And fingertips reaching …reaching

reaching so hard and far…

and falling back.

 

I’ve shared their “night”

and listened close

those “lost” voices fill my soul.

Shared the softest smiles

I’d ever known…

and gentle touch…

and had to let them go.

 

But I heard them -

I listened…

I DID…

Each and every one.

 

This world is tied together.

Every breath is shared.

Eyes see who they want to see…

and miss the rest.

 

I wandered ‘long the roadways

to sibilant concrete whispers

as tires rolled on-and-on-and-on

‘til living minds’ oblivions were all that called.

 

I’ve sat among so many, many voices

Café’s worldwide… quite for real too

and been ignored to non-existence

for being me… and yet somehow

taken untold minutes - shared stars and hopes,

even last “moments” …quite a few held tight - and dear.

 

That’s what we Poets do.

 

Chris,

Ancient11733

© 2020 Chris


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Wow you recall your treadings, walks and roaming in poetic places all so poetically in a fabulous way in great rhyme scheme. I enjoyed wandering with you as you recollect in muse. Kudos.

Plz Pleez do read and comment my newest poem too, right on top of my page.

Posted 4 Years Ago


You know things that I have yet to learn...The wisdom in your writing astounds me... I am very curious to read more, to learn more. Your poem is much like a novel... I cannot wait to read the next chapter.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Chris

4 Years Ago

you are a l w a y s welcome to come, pause, reflect... share... with me.

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