A Path of Crumbs - Original Poetry
A Path of Crumbs
They say poets are but hearts that bleed
but I say poets are but hearts who see.
In the tempest,
lives that toss are thrown;
a spot of ink, to speak and lead.
Bread crumbs left
on fallow ground,
in forms the birds can't eat.
Paths the poets once have found
others passing in the night
seeking shelter, burned in flight
feed on crumbs
of poets past
the links of oceans depths,
so vast,
or climb the heights of mountain tops,
to gaze down from the peaks once lost.
Yes
poets are unearthly sorts,
who feed the future poet's hearts.
These silken wings unfurling
brush the star dust skies
illumined in my skin
the touch that paints your eyes.
Mistress of the winds
these arms to yet capsize
the ship of endless ports
I've yet to end my flight.
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The title of your poem and certain lines, reminded me of that famous tale of "Hansel and Gretel" who marked the way back home with bread crumbs; I believe that in any profession or activity that is carried out it is necessary to form people, to forge the future, leave a trail and a Path of Crumbs, it is a good idea ... Greetings @ wandrnrose7
Yes, we are very like the Hansel and Gretel, but we make sure not to kill the witch (well, maybe) LOL thank you so much for reading and for the insightful comment. Yes, it is necessary to nurture the future of any writers. Have a wonderful day!
How deep can you get? Wow.
I bow to your pens. Beautiful piece :)
Thank you, my dear. The top portion of this poem was one that came as I was falling asleep... the bottom was created from a prompt on twitter just a bit prior to retiring to bed.
I got up and hurry up and wrote it and then went to bed! Thank you so much for reading and supporting me. Much love!
Poignant! Love this; "poets are unearthly sorts,
who feed the future poet's hearts" . Oh, and the title: WOW! So true
Thank you very much for reading and commenting. I think of the great poets before who have brought me to this place. So it's like Poe, Emereson, Cummings, Bronte, Whitman and so many more.