In the sand at the lakeshore
I leave a footprint.
So quickly -and easily- a wave comes
stealing the print from the sand,
running back with it into the water -
I chase after them,
but cannot catch up
for the water has rose to my ankles... and soon,
my feet are gone; Gone.
Gone like my fragile prints
that I'd so temporarily left upon the planet;
and now, I clearly see the water rising upon me,
until finally and fully covered
I too am completely gone,
and forgotten;
as surely as my footprints,
that were never meant to last...
Nicely written. Just remember your poems will be your footprints with Poemhunter. So you will not be forgotten. Howzat!
Never forgotten Smoky, hope you are now home and dry, a very clever interesting write.
We are all just passing through, but maybe our footprints will remain in the cosmic memory. Lovely write Smoky.
Prints In the Sand, Ah yes! Clever indeed. Thanks for your kind words on 'Smoke from the Chimney'. So easy to relate memories when using poetry as the vehicle. Adeline
Loved this poem, and I think it is so creatively done! But, you will not be forgotten. I hope the holidays are happy ones and the New Year is another great one for you. {{{hugs}}} and best wishes always~
It is so very hard to make our mark and soon after we vanish. It's an encouragement to intaglio something somewhere hard. Thanks-M
Everyone's time here is limited Smoky, but I agree with Lyn - as long as you have left something worthwhile, you will not be forgotten.
A nice imaginative poem wonderfully written. Maybe your foot prints on sand have gone but your poems on print in PH is sure to stay.
Nicely written. Just remember your poems will be your footprints with Poemhunter. So you will not be forgotten. Howzat!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though this be true it is hard to accept. Maybe something we say or do will linger. Some of your impactful poetry should be passed on.