Short Footholds Poems
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Fabulous friction,
Your magic transforms
The steep rock into footholds.
In delicate balance
We dance on invisible
Stairs to the summit.
Everlasting journey, climbing up and slipping back.
Solid footholds shifting, never the same path.
Raising eyes to the sky, seeking the Heavens above.
Chapped skin and sweaty palms, now falling down.
Only to begin again, on life's Eternal trial.
Whispering shadows
Echo in the rustling rough grasses
Guiding a climber’s path,
Footholds of hope and possibility
Encourage the next step up
Breaths of acceptance
Pause briefly in the panorama
Before potential’s hand lifts the weary
To the mountain peak
Where destiny waits.
Waves break their rolling heads
on faceless cliffs.
The wind is lost,
it turns this way and that
only to crush its own voice.
Turmoil is lovely,
the howl of chaos
clears the mind,
sharpens both elation
and fear.
Standing on the edge
of a crumbling land,
footholds flying away
like storm-wrecked gulls
we are ALIVE
in the grave of this world.
we are here and all is well
for we’re free from ego’s spell
and as this dream life unfolds
we provide lust no footholds
breath by breath heart’s rapture grows
as bliss spikes between eyebrows
as also crown, heart and spine
signalling we are divine
we have in this world no stake
our mind’s a rippleless lake
focused on the light of Self
in renewal in itself
In you I trust. You symbolize a promise.
If self-reliance fails and footholds crumble
You’ll keep us safe from harm. You will protect us
If handholds break, if we lose grip, or stumble.
With you in reach I dare release the tension.
Your solid metal roundness will inspire
New confidence and faith. I can exhale now
The bated breath and, with relief, climb higher.
My place in this waning
The purpose unclear
These sights see me backwards
I feel guardianship near
On the edge of a horror
I also feel light
A spark in the ebony
Some truth in the night
I trust who I trust
I cannot say more
I feel something greater
How to open the door?
Beneath the surface it lingers
Begging to be found
My footholds unsteady
I can't walk on this ground.
Form:
I am drizzled from thoughts that the heart footholds
With words of wisdom which are pure as gold
And as I form into an underlying phrase
Every sentence takes it’s own place
With rhymes of words dancing on the page
Every formation is imbedded to the base
With librettos of connotation revolutionising the trace
The vivacity of the ode slowly gets into shape
And once the ode is born with complete faith
The poem is made and that’s the face
- Sherwin Fernandes