Footprints of choice

L. B. Mek


When your hurricane hair


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, 



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

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 24th, 2022 02:56
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 42
  • Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan, thinkerbell.


  • Fay Slimm.

    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.

    • L. B. Mek

      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.

    • Neville

      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 🙂


      • L. B. Mek

        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!

      • Bella Shepard

        I love the emotion you instill in the hurricane hair and earthquake footprint, it becomes quite tangible. Such a good write my friend!

        • L. B. Mek

          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

        • sorenbarrett

          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.

          • L. B. Mek

            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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