[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
Footprints
We turn and see our footsteps curving back.
Our every step recorded by damp sand.
This empty beach acquires a memory.
But, history is never straightforward.
See, there is the place you turned away from me.
A turbulence of sand describes it still.
And there is where I knelt in stiff damp sand,
to pick out some unusual bright stone
in lieu of any real apology.
For stones are solid, so much more than words.
They can be carried in the pocket, held
or taken out to spark the memory.
My words will need this tatty old notebook
if they are not to be lost on the wind,
or left behind like footprints in the sand.
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