Thank you for that, Kiya - it's not many brave the wilds of my portfolio to discover my little 8-line poems, so it's wonderful to have some feedback on them. Much appreciated!
Wonderful poem that links footprints to bits and pieces of our memories over the years.
As we get older, we do leave a mark behind - footprints if you will - and even as they fade away, they'll always linger and be a reminder of what we once were.
Thanks for sharing this poignant piece with us, and keep on writing!
Darkened the night and misty
the air dim and green in its humidity
the smell of damp in our nostrils
and a hint of rain extending its tendrils.
By the treehouse and ladder
in the gaunt, untidy thorn tree alone
with memory’s children on the ragged branch
“and the moon rose over an open field.”
Line count: 8
Free verse, in spite of the rhymes
For Express It In Eight, 06.21.24
Prompt: As per illustration.
Note: The last line is a quote from Paul Simon’s song, “America.”
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