I walk so far, all I can remember
of life is living itself
the sunset stippling my face as
the arch in my foot aches
I dream about shadows in the woods
and hug my hunger close
like a tiny puddle that will be sucked
back into the earth overnight
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Pic: resplendent evening skies, puddles
7 comments:
Nice image in the last two lines.
Nice.
I love the poem and the photo!
<3
Thank you, friends!!
This is a beautiful and haunting poem. Even though I'm an atheist now, I was raised RC, and this reminds me of St John the Baptist's story.
The imagery is so vivid, yet understated. The first two lines are simple, yet enormous. They almost echo and sound to me like footsteps dragging heavily, tiredly, and I can see the figure itself.
And then the very concrete image of the foot aching makes it much more accessible and real: it brings it down to something the reader can feel, can relate to immediately.
I'm just taken with this poem, Maya. It's deceptively simple, presenting a single overarching image, but doing so much more, especially with mood and tone. Tell me you're submitting this.
Thanks so much, Nance. I'm so happy you enjoyed it. It's so short, I didn't think anyone would want it, but I will send it out and let you know if it's accepted.
I went to catholic school K-12 and college too!
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