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listening for footprints
listening
for tiny footprints
drawn by juicy red dots;
eight invisible legs--
in essence,
tiny, scuttling thimbleberries
listening
for the crackle
of the blazing, lazy sun
thimbleberries never run
to hide in the safe shade;
only to cross paths,
without a thought
to dehydrated fruit
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| Ah the path of life on a summers day. Made me read it twice. Write on! |
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| life and death. living and letting things take their course. that's what I make of it |
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Dear Juan,
I'm very flattered by the attention you've given my poem. To be severely honest, you've read more into it than I have. :) All that I know of the poem is that which I created it from. The spiders agree with my experience, as does Summer. In my last comment to Possumpie I explain how I met the poem.
Thank you very much for your read :) |
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to possumpie: Haha :) I like it.
My 'dissertation' is that the thimbleberries are analogies for spiders that crawl around on hot days. They're tiny and thimbleberry-coloured and they made tiny red polka-dots on my white dress when I sat down, not seeing them.. |
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Comment by: Juan2 - 2007-08-26 23:04
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Couldn't help but think of spiders - 8 legs, thimbleberries (dark raspberries) - and their relation to a fallen berry? I don't quite follow the poem entirely, but it seems to be a pleasant sound to listen for, as compared to the sound a small spider might make. But these berries are not spiders, their footsteps harken the coming of something with a much sweeter quality. Also seems to imply Summer, with the sun and since that's when thimbleberries are in season. There's some layers to this, a depth that's hard to see on surface. Took me a few reads to get where I am, and I still might be off, but I definitely like it for what I saw from it. Thanks for a good read.
Happy Writings. |
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