Breadcrumbs

Leaving a trail in sand

hoping somehow sunlight

hardens it against decay.

Keeps it,

buries evidence,

one day revealing truth

screamed in the night

against the wind.

That these

salted tears

in the rain

washed against the ground

will have an answer,

though they are silent

as a deaf ear

holding an

empty shell is,

against mute stars.

That we,

somehow

despite all of this

empty space,

be found.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Why didn't you tell me breadcrumbs was the answer, I would have left a trail long ago. Love the simplicity of this, yet it hides all those innuendos in the sand. I live in and around this trail. This one slaps me in familiar places. Great one Misty!

[Kristina Moulaison]

I know, so simple. A little cheese and wine and it's a party! Thanks for this.

[sithlordjp]

Folowing the breadcrumbs... I find myself reading your amazing words again! Love how this one breathes, and gives so much weight and resonance to each careful chosen word you used... Well done!

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you much...I appreciate it!

[sithlordjp]

you are welcome!

[quinfinn]

you brought me back to a place i visit all too often...or maybe not enough. when you walk down the beach and see all those tiny fragments glistening in the sand, how many past lives, loves, hopes and dreams do you tread upon? i have always thought i was crazy for thinking this, but there it is. excellent write!

[Kristina Moulaison]

Excellent! I have thought that too, how many memories the earth around us holds, how if I listen well enough I might know them. Thanks!

[quinfinn]

you are welcome!