Wet red brick retains the memory of my footsteps
for I have passed this way before and will again.
Ever observant, the grey sky watches me walk,
storing each moment for when I have passed
and the only traces left of me have seeped
into the porous surface and disappeared...
18 comments:
I like the imprint! vaporous or otherwise
thanks-
Yes, if we've been, we've had an effect. Great words.
Sharp,instantly grabs your attention, great take on the prompt!
Nice journey - great piece.
I wondered of all the footsteps absorbed into these old bricks when I walked across them.
What has passed shall pass again
Love it! Excellent Mag!
You created atmosphere! No easy task!
I like the familiarity, the imprints of days past walking this way... Nice.
I like the feeling that one is remembered...
Sucked in bits of us all roam in the brick work, residual ghosts.
Almost as though you have walked the walk and left the memory. Nice poem.
Hi Susannah..liked what you were going for in this poem
the thoughts of a poet....everything is something
footsteps absorbed into other footsteps..I like that
Beautifully economical, it works very well and suggests far more than it says.
cute writing.
I happened by this photo today, my mind took off, but I stopped it for other needs, excellent response.
Sweetly succinct and absorbent. A nice little piece that stays with you.
Lovely work.
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