No direction

sorenbarrett

Silicon, lime, iron, aluminum earth fired as clay
Mixed with sand, gravel and water to set for a day
Wet cement without forms I ran in all directions
I carry others footprints, too late for corrections

 

A white dust that now has become a fossil's mark
A slab of stone upon which people park 
Washed earth, fired and dried born as concrete
From earth, sea and sky the path becomes a street

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  • Teddy.15

    You have certainly left your mark dear friend. 🌹

    • sorenbarrett

      You are too kind Teddy I appreciate your support and encouragement

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      We all leave our mark my friend, good write enjoyed

    • arqios

      This poem gives the feel of one hardened into the shape life gave them before they ever learned to choose their own direction, and now they carry the marks of everyone who walked across them. 🙏🕊️

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you Cryptic. So glad that that came through my friend. I was not sure that anyone would catch that. Your read and comment are most appreciated

        • arqios

          Glad as well. Most welcome dear friend🙏🏻🕊️

        • orchidee

          Good write SB. KP's very old. I call her 'Fossil' though her botox has ruined even her fossilised appearance. lol.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks so much Orchi for the read and comment yes entropy the greatest law in the universe

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            What a fascinating piece, Soren! Earth and water become something rigid and utilitarian, yet retain the permanent evidence of every life that crossed them while they were vulnerable. Beautifully conceived, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • sorenbarrett

              I thank you most humbly my friend for the read and comment. Your interpretation spans most of what this poem is about and I thank you so much for that

            • Soman Ragavan

              The poem recounts how we are formed, moulded by life that goes on around us. It i an inevitable destiny. Even if we live in utter solitude in a desert or a forest, we will still be shaped by what surrounds us. We are locked in the footprints (DNA prints) into which we are forced : "too late for corrections..." "on which people park" : people park not only on parking lots but on our very bodies... The watery cement only gives little time for others to mould it : when it sets, it is too late. Earth transformed to concrete : the evolution cannot be stopped. We are just cogs in a wheel on which we have no control. When the path becomes a street, it's the final nail.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you Soman so glad that you picked up on all this. I appreciate your read and interpretation it means a lot

              • Soman Ragavan

                In the song of Elton John “Sacrifice” : “In final act, we lose direction..."

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks again my friend yes I remember that song well and indeed it does

                • Paul Bell

                  Sometimes we actually forget what is below us, and in reality there's millions of years packed in.
                  It's like when someone has modernised an old home, and you only see the real beauty when you expose the walls or the floor.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks Paul your are right I deeply appreciate your read and comment it means a lot

                  • Neville



                    very cleva wordsmithing .. I feel like I've just been set free from somewhere between a rock and a hard place .. what a journey that was from raw materials to finished product .. Neville

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you my friend for that most generous review. Your words are always most appreciated.

                    • soheil khodaparasti

                      Beautifully expressed. We are shaped by our choices, our actions, and the people around us.

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you so much Soheil for your review and comment it is most valued my friend

                        • soheil khodaparasti

                          You are welcome. It is a pleasure to read and reflect on your poems.

                          • sorenbarrett

                            You are most kind

                          • Kevin Hulme

                            I suppose we are all influenced by People we have met along with the knocks of life.
                            Good Write.

                            • sorenbarrett

                              Thank you so much Kevin for the read and kind words of understanding they are most appreciated

                            • Goldfinch60

                              Those marks we leave in life can never be forgotten soren.

                              Andy

                              • sorenbarrett

                                Thanks so much my friend for the review and kind words they are appreciated and you are leaving positive and kind words as your marks my friend

                              • Joseph M Marion

                                Very deeply written a parable to life how things can become set in stone to disciplines and to forgetting and love the way you write

                                • sorenbarrett

                                  Thanks so very much for your most kind words and encouragement



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