How does the path change while I’m away?
it touches the other end of thought
all those who walk on it leave a trail
I wonder if the path has a soul
it touches the other end of thought
ignited limbs as the mind sprints
I wonder if the path has a soul
Has it changed me in part or whole?
ignited limbs as the mind sprints
a leaf falls on the ground; a flower blossoms
Has it changed me in part or whole?
The path is dynamic, capturing all details
a leaf falls on the ground; a flower blossoms
How does the path change while I’m away?
The path is dynamic, capturing all details
all those who walk on it leave a trail
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Excellent title for this poem….and oh yes…the path is forever changing. Thanks for posting to the prompt!
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Thank you, Lillian! Your poem to this prompt is brilliant 👏👏
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Excellent poem.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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I feel when we are gone, our footprints last forever. This is beautifully written and profound piece, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Eugi!
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My pleasure, Reena.
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An intriguing idea beautifully spun out…
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Thank you so much, Frewin!
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I think humans attachements to paths is unique… we are all creating every time we walk
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Brain development demands that we frequently try new paths. But most of us stick to a familiar one on our morning or evening walks.
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Love the repetitions then the conclusion in the final stanza.
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Thank you, D.Avery! Repetitions are part of the pantoum structure.
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❤
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Thanks!
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😊
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