Traces Poems - Poems about Traces

Unreadable Traces

Don't call it fever.
Listen
it was a phrase
crystallized in time,
suspended in the air
between us.
Feel how flesh cannot lie
when language
inscribes itself in blood
in a tongue
we never learned to speak.

Kicking over the Traces

blinkered by formal training  
counting bright abacus beads of syllables  
mindful not to step on cracks—  
rhythm is everything 

     the audience  c h e e r s !!!  
   the runner-up jeers— 
maybe next time the nexus of …


the bows and brasses displayed

Places With Old Traces

 

My passion is to find obscure places,
shops down alleys with old traces;
artisan, bookstore or second hand,
I can spend hours exploring . . . 
For me this is calming and never boring,
and lovely when I find a "thing" grand.

The waves gently caress my feet, leaving traces of sand as they retreat

The waves gently caress my feet, leaving traces of sand as they retreat,
A weight presses on my heart, leaving me still, bound to memories,
For I still see you beside me, as if you never left this place,
The sunset by the waves reflects the tremor in my heart, reminding me of you,
Here, buried in the sand,

I Love Small Boxed Faces

Soupers often engage in emotional ways.
There can be depth in what two might exchange.
When someone leaves our shared Soup domain,
their diminished light is a missed, valued sight.  
Some remarks feel like word-shaped embraces
and time together often leaves valued traces.
Is is not odd, just plain strange, as well as an ache
that Soup relationships are both

Ruby Traces of Night

Written: December 02, 2024 
                          ____________________________

At dawn cradle, 
Dew blankets the earth, 
whispered secrets swirl among stately elms, 
a chorus of cheerful waxwings 
sings beneath the blush of lavender skies.

Willows

Traces Of Then

Living in the shadow
of a man now gone
Darkness my betrayal
— shades of future past

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)

light traces blest assurance

"San Francisco hospital maternity ward the night after advent of my firstborn '76, reasoned work o’er Uni," ... by The Poet.

teen held wee life neath lamp light ~ what you doing ~ it’s the drugs dear good night

Traces

She hated that vacuum.
She would run around and try to trip me.
This chore used to take forever and ever…
Now it’s done.
All those traces of fur are gone.
But we had to.
Or else the house would be covered in dust.
But we had to.
She hated that vacuum.
Sorry, but we had to.

Traces

A poet's journey
Is both inward and outward.
The poems he records
Along the way
Are the traces he leaves behind,
The tracks he lays down,
For him to see where he's been
And for others to follow.

Places Traces

Places 
Open spaces 
Always changing faces 
Regions with different races 
Traces

Traces a Freed Verse

TRACES
unassuming
yet
creating chaos
 all around
had let loose
 a  continued outcry
creating
a spotted
doodle
on the wall


 a passing  style
took over
a memorable
 creation of
 graphic
 happenings

Traces

The love that ends leaves traces, why not? 
Even in the great desert, Troy, Samothrace,
On hot sand and mint tea, see it
On the blue oranges, on the green moon,

Love leaves traces in the eyes, traces
Even in the streets of Manhattan,
He leaves traces in the worried coaches, see it
Among the camels in the Wadi Rum,

The love

Traces

there
are still
traces
of slow
minded
memories
of you,
recaptured
and brought
to view,
whispering
softly
to my heart.

Traces of Sunlight

As I try to break through my dark cocoon,         
you outline memories I stir within   
of salty skin held in the warm breath of June,      
glazed gold by a luminous sky and ocean. 
 

You outline memories I stir within

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