Dancing Footprints

         

   

                  

Dancing Footprints   Sitting at my computer Typing words upon the page My mind is full of wonderful word Dancing footprints in my brain Which one will be the perfect word? Which one will make the final cut? To complete my verse in rhyme There must a dancing footprint That will make my poet’s heart chime Illusions is a word of myth Transcends goes before Haunting is a ghostly lure Love is always a good footprint Trust is even better Kaleidoscope and rainbows Fill my mind with colors for sure So many dancing footprints Leaving my mind in a blur Puzzles that are missing a piece Tells of a broken heart Or a love completed, dancing in the dark That one piece made it whole Gypsy is a fleeting word, but it dances too Like nomadic, roaming, Wandering, traveling and drifting All of the above are poetic footprints That brings to my soul a lifting So I wonder which footprints Will be my picks tonight Will my topic be on hope, love and trust? Ghosts and goblins or little kitty cats It could be about nature growing under the sun Now there are many footprints that sing nature’s song Thunderstorms and lightning, gentle rain clouds and sunshine Wind and soft breezes blowing through the tall pine trees Fragrant flowers like the colorful columbine Columbine brings more words to mind Like bees and hummingbirds The sweet nectar in the flower Has honey bees a buzzing and Hummingbirds a flittering And many people aiming cameras Hoping for the perfect photograph Now all those pretty pictures fill my mind With footprins of happiness as I smile and laugh Author: Nancy Lee Shrader By nannalee   © 2008 nannalee (All rights reserved)

 

Reviews

[Tammy]

Cute poem... Love the feet...

[JudyC]

I like the sense of movement in this poem, particularly the comparison of words with dancing footprints. I did find some of the wording a little confusing from "Illusions is a word of myth.." through "that one piece made it whole". This is a sweet poem.

[Seracies]

The dancing footprints at the top of the page made me smile. There were times through your poem when the rhythm felt a bit off, but the idea of it was cute.