I stumbled along behind you,
Trying to fit my inadaquate feet
Into the imprints you made.
My whispers trailed behind us,
Thistledown appeals
That only the bees noticed.
Your diminutive doppelganger,
I played out your mannerisms
To empty seats and no applause.
Long strides can shorten,
Journeys circle and turn,
Fairy steps can last forever,
Giants sometimes look down.
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | January 28, 2010 - 13:30
This is great! I really enjoyed it. Well done.
Nathan.
Firebird | January 29, 2010 - 11:10
Love it :)
shoe | January 29, 2010 - 13:12
Thanks Nathan, happy that you like this!
shoe | January 29, 2010 - 13:13
Thanks Fierbird, it's a wierd little thing so I'm glad you like it,:~}
MistakenMagic | January 29, 2010 - 18:38
That first stanza is pure genius ;) And these lines:
'I played out your mannerisms
To empty seats and no applause.'
- brilliant!
Magic xxx
shoe | January 29, 2010 - 19:10
Thanks Magic, I thought this could be something you might like, you give me so much reassurance, so I'm particularly pleased you like this,:~D
maggyvaneijk | April 7, 2010 - 13:26
this is great I love the combination of adulthood and childlike nostalgia. A beautiful poem!
shoe | April 8, 2010 - 09:53
Thank you.