hopeful fingers ever extend
reaching backwards for memories
and that comfort found
only in the cushion of familiar footsteps
but this is new ground
and we—
are not so tethered
and so we walk forth
dragging remnants of past lives
across bridges not yet acclimatized to our touch
boughs open,
crown raised high,
backs arched against an onslaught of innovative wind;
ever hopeful of new grace
forwards,
treading threads unseen
though ever sowing seeds
still our roots mire deep
A contest entry
- Prompted. [and I keep running away from you] by Never Fall in Love.
400 points, ended December 9, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I've been reading the other poems in this contest, I think yours captures the essence of that image perfectly. Relating the ever smaller puppets to past lives, the posture of the puppet a strong stance ready for the future... it's all beautiful.
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thanks for the great comment,
best to you,
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very deep..i like it]
check out some of mine
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