Traces
of a Traveler
with each step foot
prints trail behind over my
shoulder
i can see where i have been dark on light
prints in sand highlighted by shadow like marks on paper
music scored on the
desert floor harmony of shapes repeated
forms a new song prints cross traces of other prints a bird
a lizard prints of a snake a
graceful line
finely drawn all form a new composition careful attention to direction
prints evenly spaced… or not
rhythm implied
tell a story like pressing keys on the
piano one follows another
a symphony is born following
the path each footprint has a sound
of its own
the wind blows erasing the prints a clean slate created
soon a new song will be written traces of an unseen traveler
leaving only footprints a letter home a new day magically appears
16 comments:
This reminds me of the so called songlines that the aboriginals of Australia is said to use to memorize paths across the desert.
Poetic jazz tripping the light fantastic...full of magic.
I love the music scored on the desert floor and the various footprints and paths left by the critters.
harmony of shapes repeated forms a new song-
I like this very much it has its own magic.
each footprint has a sound of its own - your magic is conjured up with each line - beautiful!
It does seem magical that we have a day at all.
A very melodious desert piano!
"...each footprint has a sound of its own...". I just love this image, Annell.
Just lovely.
And yet another post that brings Japan to mind....tell a story like pressing a key on the piano following the path each footprint has a sound of its own. how lovely this entire poem is. The thing that came to mind was chinmouko - silence or the silence between the notes. A most magical place to be.
Having just lost another dear friend, your beautiful words remind me of the fact that our prints are erased all too soon, a clean sheet appears, and a new day dawns.
Love this, especially:
"tell a story like pressing a key on the piano"
I enjoyed the trail of your words, the footprints are what we leave behind our mark in the journey.
Wonderful thought. The everlasting music of footprints which we all contribute to the magic of existence.
I like way your poem steps in light words across my screen, Annell, and the different types of prints that are left behind, especially:
'music scored on the desert floor';
'like pressing a key on the piano...
each footprint has a sound of its own';
and
'traces of a traveler
a letter home'.
If we look for magic n everyday life,then life will be a bit easy. Lovely poem.
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