I walk along the street,
The night is dark and foreboding,
There is somebody behind me.
I walk faster,
So do they.
I turn to confront them,
But they are gone.
I continue my journey,
Walking ever faster,
Turning suddenly,
But they are still not there.
I reach home safely,
My breathing returns to normal,
My mind calms,
And in that moment I realise,
I realise that all that was following me
On that dark foreboding night,
Were the words on this page.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2017 01:29
- Comment from author about the poem: I have just had another of my poems published and received the anthology "Light and Darkness" in which it was included, this is that poem.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments12
Good write Gold. You hearing those word's footsteps? It may have been me, the phantom whisky-waterer!
I will come and take your pork pies if you water my whisky! You have been warned.
Brilliant! Really relate to this
Thank you Dan, much appreciated.
Did you hear any wordsteps Andy? Original and a great write
No just a feeling that Calliope was about.
Thank you Michael.
Those footsteps were of your own muse. Very well done Goldfinch. ; )
Thank you AP, I do hope the muse keeps on following me.
hmmm, Are you thinking what I'm thinking? ; )
Words are powerful. Nice writing Gold
Thank you so much Mal.
Congratulations well deserved , a wonderful poem
Thank you WL much appreciated.
Do you ever push the words out ahead of you and see where they take you? Those recent fantasy things i wrote were done exactly like that. Any story therein somehow created itself around the phrases - it wasn't me. But there again its not you following you home either is it...... who is this clever nay, cunning person who creeps around poeticly? Maybe its that Orchidee the single malt-teaser.
Sometimes the words seem to just appear in the page without me knowing about them, it may well be Orchi.
Those words that followed you right get inside of you.
They sure did ManM
This is a great poem, Goldfinch, no wonder it was published. Congratulations!
With me, the words don't seem to follow, we seem to more walk beside each other, sometimes holding hands, sometimes quite far away, but still somehow connected.
Thank you Fred. The relationship with words is a unique thing for each writer.
Cooeee, it could be me! You'll pinch my porkies and add water to my sherry. That'll teach me! heehee.
Wow a brilliant twist, incredible Gold!
Thank you PB, much appreciated.
That was really well written.. I've had a nightmare like that, a time or two
Thank you SM, much appreciated.
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