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Footprints
dreaming of being free
spirits unfolding
welcoming the world
as I fall in love with dirty feet
walking sensually in the meadow
caressing by every blade of grass
nature's child hidden within
mature sensual knowing
as Gaia worships earth
leaving footprints on my soul
risking all for love
simple trust in the universe
spirits thrown on the winds fate
the world remade
as time turns inside out
first man and woman in the garden
with the innocence of children
walking barefoot in the grass
the meadow becomes our bower
as our innocence is lost
in sensual knowing
of spirits bound
by footprints on our souls
Published 14th Aug 2021
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14th Aug 2021 8:06pm
Your comments are quite simply wonderful. Imbued with an openness that tears down my walls like a tidal wave leaving my spirit renewed, if just a little wet. So you have my deepest soaking wet appreciation and love for your friendship. Thank you.
21st Aug 2021 8:56pm
“As I fall in love with dirty feet”
*happy sigh*
Somebody I spoke to once said that to walk barefoot on the earth is to feel her very heartbeat. And it’s something that has never left me.
I adore the heavy sense of naturalism used in your poem here. It’s a poem that doesn’t use language for languages sake and that’s something I’m definitely a fan of.
There’s something about the use of that footprints word as the title too. At first I was immediately drawn to the Christian poem about footprints in the sand, but I like that this poem almost gives it a re-working. A modern interpretation of something that has been done to death.
Lovely offering. Thank you for sharing.
-M
*happy sigh*
Somebody I spoke to once said that to walk barefoot on the earth is to feel her very heartbeat. And it’s something that has never left me.
I adore the heavy sense of naturalism used in your poem here. It’s a poem that doesn’t use language for languages sake and that’s something I’m definitely a fan of.
There’s something about the use of that footprints word as the title too. At first I was immediately drawn to the Christian poem about footprints in the sand, but I like that this poem almost gives it a re-working. A modern interpretation of something that has been done to death.
Lovely offering. Thank you for sharing.
-M
21st Aug 2021 9:03pm
What an amazingly beautiful reply that's worth more than the poem.
Heart felt thanks druidess.
Heart felt thanks druidess.
