Behold the stairs which felt our tread
Carpet frayed and thinning
Threadbare stairs which we walked down each day
and up each night, the very way
Stairs on which our footfalls fell
Our secrets they would never tell
These stairs have seen us through our pasts
The only evidence that lasts
When voices still, when bodies' lust
of flesh and bone has turned to dust
Though wood is worn and cloth unspun
These stairs are here and we are gone.
submitted for Magpie Tales, Number 228
and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday
19 comments:
Time is the eternal witness of purpose soul and we tread through different lives. A beautiful poem telling the truth of life.
This is such an intriguing image and you have brought something of the secrecy, and something of possibility in your poem.
If stairs could talk! Really loved the pairing of image and poetry.
So often the very steps we trod upon live longer than we do, but keep our secrets so well. Love the words you gave to the image.
i luv the history and endurance gifted to those steps. have a nice Monday
much love...
The Conqueror Wo-- er, Stairs?
Here is a story of secrets, sadness and despair ~ Good one LM ~
You had the march of time climbing your stairs...
Nice take, focussing on the stairs.
A lovely sing song poem... Loved the rhyming that came along...
And what tales they can tell.
What we leave behind... I love where this picture took you.
Amazing, haunting , plunging me into the waters of existence ....thanks
Makes me think of those stone stairs thousands of years old where the feet of passing humans have worn hollows, soft flesh against hard stone--we come, we walk for awhile, and then another walker takes our place. Enjoyed it, LM.
If those stairs could only tell us some of their secrets . . . :) Eddie
Another fabulous poem, Lola, just as well stairs are mute!
Sad to think architecture lasts longer than we do...
This is so wonderfully written. I love the rhythm and rhyme....and the thought of the life those steps have seen and the secrets they know. All those legs, up and down, growing from little to big.
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