There could be no fewer steps
than those he trodded toward you
straight limbed and unencumbered
directly into destiny.
There could be no fewer steps
than those away from dreams
point-less apparitions
of troubled consciousness
directly into destiny.
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(I don’t know what it means. If you have an idea, feel free to share!)
It means that you went off with him, leaving your junk behind.
Who is him?
Hmmmm.
Two types of people:
people who go for their dreams
people who fumble around and avoid following their dreams
but ultimately we all fall to destiny?
I liked your disclaimer it made me laugh because there have been times in school where I would sit there thinking:
“I’ve read this poem a million times, there’s no point to it and it’s terribly written”
Regardless of whether you had a point or not I still enjoyed your poem 😛
😉
Well as I read the first part I thought of a young child, maybe a toddler marching into childhood, adolescence and becoming a young adult. Now after the first appearance of the word “Destiny” Could be the parent or guardian moving away from emotional/energy Vampires, Soul-sucking stations and negative persons/leeches who try to block their ascendance. Or the person is just seeing ghosts but not Casper the Friendly Ghost!! LOL!!
Could be!
Reblogged this on 21 Shades of Blue.
The concept of mating, then striving to reach our dreams together while girded by external life events. Your poetry is dwells deeply in to the fabric of our relationships. Very beautiful. [Sigh]
Thanks.
Welcome. Your blog is lovely.
Thank you very much!
I hope you’ll stop in often! 🙂
Hi, Shawn
why trodded and not just trod? Interesting choice, placing such a cumbersome non-word in the same stanza as unemcumbered another cumbrous choice. Adds a paradox that suggests perhaps whoever it is that is walking does in fact carry much hidden baggage. Which is something the second Stanza hints at. Do you not feel the urge to write a third? 😎
Nope.
That’s all there was.
I got the same child-vibe as dancingpalmtrees, but I read it more like a parent watching their child growing up and giving up some of the immaturity of youth to embrace their life as an adult.
Hmm.