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Magpie Tales Photo Prompt 51: Soul After Sole
passages
across
salt-worn rimes
and sun-baked
face, soul
after sole
we tread
our passages
of not quite
eons.
Poem © 2011 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales
That says it all...doesn't it. Simple and yet with so much meaning.
ReplyDeleteAgreed. Soul I believe that is all I am and the journey inexhaustible.
ReplyDeleteSalt worn, sun baked face, soul...yes, that's the nature of our passage.
ReplyDeleteRick,
ReplyDeleteIndeed!
And sole after soul, as well!
TFool
...you have captured time so very well here.
ReplyDeleteyes indeed "sole after soul", very powerful.
~robert
A nice economy of words. My goal is to learn to edit down to making my life about six or less words. My obituary may read: Good Luck.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem! I love "soul after sole we tread our passages" So simple yet so profound. Great work! And thanks for visiting my blog!
ReplyDeleteLove soul/sole and the notion of nearly eons, but not quite. Nice, Rick.
ReplyDeleteRick, a fine fettle of economy
ReplyDeleteand precision. It conjured up
for me the well-lined face
I hope will greet me in the
mirror twenty years from now,
when my own passage deepens,
and the poetry of my life
is written on my forehead.
I like 'not quite eons'. A great tail ending!
ReplyDeleteelegant tale.
ReplyDeleteWonderful from beginning to end....love this Rick! :-)
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