The sounds of boots on the sands
Soles imprinted deep into posterity
Steady matching under the soft glow of hope
The gallant steps of the mighty men
I saw the weights tied around their waist
The stench of cold, ghastly death
The ears bleeding from the wails of the forgotten
The forgotten. Soles imprinted in the sands.
I looked again and I saw the eager
Soaring farther into the forlorn sky
I smiled as more men pass by
The mark of hope on their forehead.
Resilient I am,
to be here,
to stand as tall as a sunflower.
I can hear the cacophony of cicadas outside my window sing with me through my grief.
Their trill reminds of blooming chances.
As sunlight slips through,
rays of gold ripple over my skin like a whisper of comfort,
their warmth sinking into my bones-
a sweetness in the air, faint as the scent of honeysuckle carried by the breeze.
Filling me with its glow, I sit still, as if I moved an inch it would be gone.
How glorious is it to feel every single thing to its peak?
Every memory that lies in my mind,
it is a song that dances through my body, like the tune of a sorrowful violin reverberating within my soul.
Resilient, I am, to stand upon
this ground,
its cool earth pressing against my soles,
unyielding beneath my
trembling weight--
though I ache for its embrace,
to let it swallow me whole
and cradle me in its
quiet depths.
In a world that touches my soles like a lost whisper,
I wander through realms where light is a never-ending rainbow,
And I wish to rise with the sun in its golden carousel,
To become a ray dancing on the edges of eternity.
I see the white foam, a bridal gown wrapped in blue waves,
And I wish to tie my soul to the edge of an unspoken dream,
To float upon the sea of the unknown, like a thought lost on the horizon,
To disappear like a shooting star and be found as a memory.
I see the black sky, a velvet cloak adorned with the silver moon,
And I wish to pitch a tent on the land of boundless shadows,
Where my echo would be a symphony of honey and wind,
To be viewed as a portrait that births new universes with each gaze.
I wish for someone to see me, to witness my paradox,
To understand me without knowing me, to seek me in the secret of a dream,
To feel me without touching me, to be light caught in time,
In a universe where I am more than the shadow of a setting desire.
One evening as I walked my dog
I came across a pair of shoes
Lying there beside a log
Not exactly breaking news
Still I couldn’t help but wonder
Who would ditch their size sixteens
Did they hate the rainbow colors
Or the oddly random seams?
Or perhaps some bozo missed them
These huge and homely shoes I’d found
And rather than dismiss them
There I stood, missing a clown.
spring kisses the feet
the soles embrace the sun
a hail curtain drops
skeptical swollen soles
tracing dark toes
on vying veins
of tactic trains:
lofty lousy limbs
etched in ink
drastic dances dripping
on seeps scrunching
in jumpy jolly
mystic melody birthed
embroidered with will
virtuoso concerto crunching
sumptuous soles stretching
la-de-da limbs lurching.
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What would i ask my soul
What words would plaster over cracks and cuts
that binds it together
Where can i find it
for when i look inside
echoes of my sight rebound
And if it could be found
would it turn around
Ignore my pleadings
to be healed
Soulless creature
forced to watch
with empty jealous eyes
Yesterday I saw my worn out sole
The blue shoe has been housed in a bag of dust for long
I packed it like an old gift
And followed the path to the cobbler
But times have changed
Mr old lanky cobbler no longer mend soles
'I have a new calling', he told me in his cracking voice
'Soles no longer feed my pocket'
'I'm now in the business of harvesting souls'
'It is a heavenly calling, which my pocket whispered to me'
He took me to his old workshop
And I saw the new renovation
Rosaries now sit on the wooden wall threads once adorned
Battered shoes and abandoned bags no longer lay on the ground
My old cobbler no longer work on soles
He is now a man who hearkened to the voice of his pocket
Once a sole mender, now a soul harvester
When they heard the drone of the jets
They knew it was time to hide
And find a safe place to escape the threat
They knew they'd soon hear explosions outside
Despite the war and its destructive sting
They still did everyday things
like going shopping, doing chores
Just to survive one day more
It wasn't long before the jets came again
To deliver their explosive pain
Some had no hiding place to choose
And falling from the sky, came two pairs of shoes..........
“Soil Of Your Soles”
Descending to the darkness beneath the dirt we call Earth
Disappearing from the eyes that asked so many questions
Becoming forgettable as if my life never existed at all
It’s nothing new to feel alone for I have been my entire life
Lowering myself into the vast abyss unknown to those without
Securing my dark box surrounding every inch of my being
No longer struggling to survive rather relishing life after
Here no one can hurt me or ignore these blue eyes begging for a hand
Under the world of anger and war the peace is undeniable
Created to suffer by the hands of God I now live in eternal darkness
Pleasure of the loneliness I felt while lying in the green grass above
I now have the same feelings but with a smile underneath the crumpled ground
So here I lay beneath your feet not feeling your steps break me into dust
No longer breathing in your hatred nor pretending to be happy
I have succumbed to the darkness that has always pulled me towards it
I now embellish my everlasting life beneath the soil of your soles
my shirts and shoes
are wearing out -
and they tell me
I am too
I patch and glue
to make them whole -
but fail
to make them new
I have holes in my soles
and frayed treads on my edges -
but manage
for the most part to get through
until one day
they say
it will all fall apart
hopefully all at once
I pray
Diamonds are so cheap
only the excessive greed
of man, his profit
create a shortage of such,
gullibility a joy!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
whether you'll write just one address
on the road never guessed. When would it
raises sharp pointed exactly
on bare soles
this was still yesterday
we stand in the midst of the fire
you ignite. Your anger
so that wouldn't leave the rest
when the morning we completed
let's play at the end of the ragged
childhood. Running into the sky cracks
and this mouth you brought
couldn't told a thing as a mark
it should
has removed
when we were stuck in the road number
that never was
let's make a night the orange
before you pull me from the calendar numbers
embark on a journey of the same
which always ends up being the carcass
in an ambush pointy under bare soles
Look familiar
Where you started from
Shoes laced you up
Made you come
Walking unknown streets
Stepping with future's feet
Mapquest to different times
Memories calling out
Like weathered chimes
Courted future and past
Strolled in the present
Shadowed footprints cast
Changed all directions
That will always last
theyer run down
you feel like a clown
as the flop side by side
my feet is wide
it hard to guild
and these or no lies
the old
SHOE SOLES
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