Footprints last, but till the rain
That cleansing falls and washes clear
The remnants of the hurt, the pain
The trace of yesterday, the fear
Of all that came before it fell…
Let’s hope those footprints fade as well.
Reblogged this on TheDustSeason and commented:
Okay, I am not sure this is how you are supposed to create a link to someone else’s work. But I admired this poem so much, I decided to claim it’s brilliance, if briefly, and share it with you. This is a work adapted and written by Helen Midgely. If you ever forget what poetry is supposed to be, besides an exercise in novel rhyme schemes. This shows you how it’s supposed to be done and makes it look easy.
Footprints last, but till the rain
That cleansing falls and washes clear
The remnants of the hurt, the pain
The trace of yesterday, the fear
Of all that came before it fell…
Let’s hope those footprints fade as well.
The comment is better than the post, damn 😉
I wouldn’t go that far 🙂
Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
I was captured by the image and rendered by the words. Nicely done.
Reblogged this on TheDustSeason and commented:
Okay, I am not sure this is how you are supposed to create a link to someone else’s work. But I admired this poem so much, I decided to claim it’s brilliance, if briefly, and share it with you. This is a work adapted and written by Helen Midgely. If you ever forget what poetry is supposed to be, besides an exercise in novel rhyme schemes. This shows you how it’s supposed to be done and makes it look easy.
Gosh, Helen. I love this. Somehow I teared when I was done with this… 😥