I headed down a path
but when I turned around
it was gone
So I looked ahead and
kept walking
like a new bride going
down her aisle
A virgin going
into the ocean
into heaven
into hell
into nothing
Fear shells crumble
as the ocean pulverizes them
Crab thoughts skitter
as birds peck their flesh
the seaweed
tangles in heaps of
dreams gone awry
The tide does not discriminate
It will take me out
or the quick of the sand
if I remain too long
Seagull veils
scream their train chant
attached to my back
but I can not understand
their language, their messages
I just keep going
toward
leaving my disappearing
footsteps behind.....
2010 Rozanna Landavazo
Oh my, how sobering...and that's putting it lightly...unlike yourself.
ReplyDeleteExactly like myself.
ReplyDeleteQuerida Rozanna:
ReplyDeleteTus huellas van quedando impresas, aunque al mirar atrás creas que ya desaparecieron. Es un placer leer tu obra que deja honda huella en el alma.
Abrazos y mis mejores deseos para ti y tu familia en estas fiestas.
(translation of Maria Eugenia)
ReplyDeleteDarling Rozanna:
Your traces are remaining printed, although, on having looked behind, you believe that they disappeared already. It is a pleasure to read your work that leaves deep trace in the soul.
Hugs and all the best for you and your family in these holidays.
Maria, you are so generours with your praises of my work. I appreciate and respect your opinions. Hugs to you too and I hope the holidays are good to you. So far, I have experienced a lot of love with all my grandchildren and family.
Intense. Barb
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