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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Footprint

Though this foot falls freely
so quiet and light
Though I may move swiftly
nearly hidden from sight
Though I sometimes startle
that being, so deaf
Through a specter
such is intent.

Could I be somehow grander--
Each step shall reveal
Could this step which I land on
be an external ideal?

Sure, the eyes may be pleased--
Sure, the ears may be believe--
that the goal of this race
to gather applause (like the breeze).

But- We, know of the essence!
For We, have felt it before!
So we move on with Stillness
like the Waves to the Shore.

Though our strides seem so empty--
and our faces hang numb
while our sweat pours with fury!
It's no race
(though won)
which gets done...

4 comments:

  1. That's why we keep coming back! Thanks.

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  2. Oh Sean,
    Oh my God, I just love it when you write and post your excellent poetry!! You are a very gifted and talented writer!! Just so you know, you made my day:) I love it and think your piece Tootprint is beautiful!! I hope that you have an awesome Friday!!

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  3. thanks so much for sharing that sean!! very nice!! I agree! you are extremely talented!

    stay warm over there in boone this weekend!

    take care!

    jenny

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