What I left behind

sorenbarrett

Forking trails on a walk
what is left I find becomes right
Listening to a breeze to trees talk
whispering what lies within and out of sight

Each step you take, each twig you break
leaves green impressions of where you've been
Every breath you make any bird you wake
leaves in mind, a blessing or sin

Each drop of blood stains dark its mark
What I touch leaves growing fingerprints
The flashing arc of a smile, in memory a spark
behind the scent of love's glints

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  • orchidee

    Good write SB.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much Orchi

    • Teddy.15

      Beautiful with a great sense of nostalgia and a great sense of pride, and Mr sorrenbarret reminds me of a song sting wrote. 🌹

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Teddy I appreciate your attention to this and could be I liked their "feilds of gold"

        • Teddy.15

          Or the (police) every step you take 🌹

        • Neville



          We all leave a trail whether we like it or not .. I like it .. it has a kinda familiar ring to it .. or could that be a siren by any chance .. Neville

          • sorenbarrett

            Siren probably hope the police are not on their way. Thanks Neville for the read and comment

          • rrodriguez

            I want to leave a blessing. I believe you did so too. I enjoyed reading your poem. I thought about the new place I'm moving to, in the woods.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Rodriguez for the read, interpretation and mind words they are all appreciated. Hope you enjoy the woods as I do

            • Thomas W Case

              Beautiful imagery. You bring the scene to life.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you so much Thomas for the read and kind words

              • Dan Williams

                Sting would love this. I do too. Very nice work.

                • sorenbarrett

                  We never know from what well we draw our poetic water and possibly this rained from some past distilled Sting song. Thanks so much for the read my friend

                • Goldfinch60

                  Beautiful words soren, that trail you are walking is the same for all of is in different directions though.

                  Andy

                  • sorenbarrett

                    All trails take us to the top of the mountain Gold only some are more arduous, painful and some are easier and more joyful. thanks so much for the read Andy

                  • Tom Dylan

                    A fine write, Soren. You really paint the picture. The poem flows really well.

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thanks so much Tom for your support and kind words.



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