Sunday, January 30, 2011

Footprints of Pain - 160/1SS



I wonder if you still float high
above all the trains-just an arms length from the sky
strategically placed windows/doors leading you nigh
I imagine all that...and cry

copyright*budhaaah*
Tell a story in 160characters for Monkey Man-http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-160-penny-for-your-thoughts.html

16 comments:

  1. Footprints of pain, indeed. Painful to recall another who for whatever reason is no longer with us. "strategically placed windows/doors" adds a whole other layer to a short piece. Well done, budhaaah!

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  2. agh - lots of pain in this - the strategy for a fast escape to not get hurt..and anyway, it hurts..

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  3. all i can do is feel this poem...your words have hit some triggers somewhere within...thank you for stimulating my emotional unconscious...well written...and wonderful

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  4. arms length from the sky...indeed some are just out of reach. that hurts.

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  5. This holds pain and it can be felt after reading the poem.. nice work

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  6. Such beautiful, evocative words...
    thank you

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  7. When I first walked on a beach after my divorce, I wept, for his footprints in the sand were no longer there beside mine..

    This poem is sad, yet also a fond recall.
    Well done on this weeks One Shot!!!

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  8. this is sad but in a way this poem shows that they are still walking beside you. Loved it..
    - SY

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  9. nice...a beautiful sadness to the words...are they still superhuman as they once were before they broke our hearts...i dunno

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  10. I feel that yearning you write. Excellent Sunday 160. Thanks for playing.

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  11. Sadness shining beautifully through the prism of your words. Nice.

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  12. Thank you all so much for your support and kind words always. Especially when at times like this that my thoughts were a lot of..gibberish. Could stop the words overlapping..tumbling all over each other.

    Thay are superhuman still Brian as long as they can still hurt us..through actions, words, looks or the mere thought of them..

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  13. Never shed a tear for the places other's soar. Find your own wings and fly among them.

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  14. Goshh.. so loaded with pain and heaviness of heart..
    I guess I've been there myself :( Thankfully, I managed to separate my footsteps from the rest (just so I could find some trail of my own... whheeww)

    Lovely words, B... as ever!

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