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Footsteps yet taken

January 23, 2016

I suppose when you think about someone’s life

and its variables

you can make an equation

as to its sum of all matters.

I am not a pianist, or a mathematician,

I do not even claim to be a writer. I feel

inadequate at the most. When I think my

worst work is my best, I still

close my eyes. I listen to

instrumental music to block

out all lyrics, all of his poems

that keep me grounded. He says

I am everything and nothing

in the same sentence.  I can

turn to dust on all the footsteps

yet taken. Turn around from the

walk on the beach

and enter the snowstorm of the

year. Play you a song you will

never forget. Write you a poem

you will read over again.

Not from a book, or a blog,

but from my heart.

The ones that make you

think more than you ever

wanted to. The poem that

blends into the next.

The one that refers to the

same person you never

forget.

All these paths

lead me to the same

entrance.

Christina Strigas

Comments:

6

  1. Stunning. Absolutely.

  2. Music and pictures and writing together-wow

  3. Eric says:

    You are one of the most wonderful writers I have ever met. ❤

  4. Breath taking poem:)

  5. Chrissy says:

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas and commented:

    inspired by my friend Vlada Mars’ music

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