Wanderlust urged uncertain bare feet
Mindless stumbling others may perceive
The trembling gait ultimately halts
Mouth agape, hazy optics focus some.
Like baby's first steps, toddling up the path
Hands outstretched at the ramshackled abode
Quaking palms hopelessly reach for spirits
Choked breaths trapped behind clenched teeth.
Wizened banister croaks under a loving caress,
Withered hands twist the doorknob.
As though sensing a familiar presence
The door gives out, forcing an entrance.
Nostalgia hit like a bag of bricks
A sharp inhale along with screwed eyelids
Ferried thoughts back to green pastures
Incense and chamomile overpowered mildew and dust.
Forlorn tugging of lips ceased to dissolve
As scarred soles twirled on broken glass
Never missing a beat to the imaginary jingle
While the tattered skirt airily flowed in unison.
Silver tears escaped watery pools,
And at long last knees gave out.
Shadows of memories ghosted her peripherals,
For better or worse she embraces, no matter how visceral.
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Raindrops
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that contains themes and topics loosely related to one another; some light-hearted and some heavier in nature. But be certain that you will find at least one of them that will resonate with you.
