Pieces

sorenbarrett

A fleck of dried skin dropped where I've been, a fallen hair
an echo of a thought on breezes caught, carried on waves of air
Blood spots on stone, seeds sown, with the earth I share
marks of my feet, my body heat makes changes of which I'm not aware
Roots bent that through twisted tendrils sent messages reach
to touch another, a distant brother and its message teach
Ripples made, a cut from my blade, fingerprints left behind
on people I've known flowers and weeds grown, of which I am blind
A glacier leaves marks from where it embarks, scratches of where it has run
as a flake of snow I'll melt I know under a new spring sun
Buried, unearthed new words birthed from those they borrow
as marks that I leave in poetry will weave living textile of tomorrow

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  • GoddessEYES

    Lovely Read 😊

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you so much for your read and kind words they are most appreciated

    • Goldfinch60

      Those words left will be there for eternity soren.

      Andy

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks so much my friend your support and encouragement are very important to me and I appreciate your reads and comments Andy

      • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

        Good write my friend

      • orchidee

        Good write SB. As long as YOU haven't fallen into pieces! lol.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks Orchi appreciate the read and comment yes I have gone to pieces many times and I think I've lost my mind.

        • arqios

          And the tapestry continues, like silkworms we produce strands of thread for the coming seasons🕊️🙏🤩

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you Cryptic for the read and comment yes indeed that is a good analogy my friend

            • arqios

              Very much welcome Soren🙏🏻🕊️

            • Friendship

              Beautifully written. Your poem is rich in visual and tactile imagery, painting a picture of the physical remnants one leaves behind.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you my friend for the review and understanding interpretation it is most appreciated

                • Friendship

                  You're so welcome, my friend.

                • Thomas W Case

                  This feels expansive in a beautiful way—like you’ve zoomed out far enough to see a life not as moments, but as traces.
                  What really lands is that quiet realization: we’re always leaving marks, even when we think we’re passing unnoticed.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you so much my friend for your read and comment it means a great deal

                  • Teddy.15

                    Stunning. 🌹

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you Teddy for the read and generous word it is appreciated

                    • soheil khodaparasti

                      Great. Immortality through poetry. Your poem reminds me of Shakespeare's sonnets, which grant immortality through poetry; Walt Whitman, whose poetry celebrates the physical body and its connection with the earth; Shelley, whose poetry presents nature as constantly transforming; and John Keats, whose poems deal with mortality versus the enduring power of art, ...

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you Soheil your words are deeply valued and most appreciated

                        • soheil khodaparasti

                          You are welcome.

                        • Kevin Hulme

                          A good Write. We'll always be here . Even when we're not.

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thank you so much Kevin your read means a lot and yes we will in some small or bigger way

                            • Kevin Hulme

                              Your Welcome.

                            • Tristan Robert Lange

                              Soren, what a thoughtful meditation. From skin and footprints to glaciers and poetry, every image builds toward the same beautiful truth...that our lives continue touching the world in ways we rarely see. That closing thought of poetry becoming the "living textile of tomorrow" is a wonderful finish and one I'll be carrying with me. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                              • sorenbarrett

                                You are most kind my friend in your generous words. I deeply appreciate the comment

                              • Soman Ragavan

                                "marks that I leave in poetry will weave living textile of tomorrow..." The writings of the poet start getting their merit upon his death. It is a strange price to pay, but that is the way it happens. Death gives clarity to others.

                                • sorenbarrett

                                  Thanks so much Soman for the read and comment. Your words are most appreciated my friend

                                • Dan Williams

                                  Many kinds of glaciers leave many kinds of marks. Echoes of thought can realistically be dispersed by breezes. A flake of skin, a fallen hair, fingerprints are all evidence of this. Nice.

                                  • sorenbarrett

                                    Thank you so much Dan for your careful read and comment on this piece it is most valued



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