When your hurricane hair
existence
stormed out that night
I think you forgot
We were having some work done
on our front door walkway
and so, there’s a stamped print
of your earthquake right foot
entrenched in now, a patch
of quite meaningful cement,
Since
you left, every night
I dream
of pouring more wet cement
to celebrate
your return
Maybe then
we can have your left foot
imprint, your choice’s footprint
to fight for us
© L. B. Mek
August 2022
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Stunning metaphor used in this eloquent write on stamping a print of considered full weight when returning to a once meaningful relationship. Your opening line had all the hallmarks of classic poetry which attracts the read to learn more. Thank you for sharing Footprints of Choice dear L.B.
I struggle with refinement in my imagery and metaphors
so your wonderfully specific words hit home dear Fay.
Thank you! I'll lean on your memorable words
when self-doubt inevitably, returns.
What an intro ...
there will always be the odd occasion, when and wherever one treads, & leaves their mark, the left foot will never be quite write 🙂
Neville
indeed Hyung! most of us lead with our right foot
trigger connected to our reactionary emotions
while often it's that momentarily delayed left foot
that offers us an option to think things over.
Glad you could relate to my theme at a deeper level
thank you!
I love the emotion you instill in the hurricane hair and earthquake footprint, it becomes quite tangible. Such a good write my friend!
thank you! dear Poet
The more connected we are to the subject matter
the more innately relatable our words become, I think
maybe that's the trick to Poesy I'm striving to learn
lol
L.B. this is quite the piece. Its meaning is deeper than the footprints. In the end I wavered between the thought that the left footprint meant reentering the house with the right foot for a better start or whether it was a footprint that was "left" as a permanent remembrance of return. Very nice.
Indeed, dear Poet
that left and right 'wording' inspired this whole write
how insightful and kind of you to invest your time
to look deeper at my humble scribble, Thank you!
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