Boots Walking

Frozen in time.

Each step,

each second

set apart.

A door neither

opened nor

closed, no end

and no start.

How far had I really been?

Place to place all day long.

Spring born of starry-night,

a verse filled with sun and song.

What is this place I know?

--And I know is not a dream.

Yet somehow from step to step,

a place I've never been.

Reviews

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simple words carrying a depth..I love it

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Fantasy verses reality... what a fine line it is... your poem is written in simple verse but with some complex thinking. Something very zen about it.

[Ed Hart]

i like your quiet reach of mind