Without a Trace – Poem of the Month – February 2022

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Without a Trace

Footprints stolen
by the sea
Voices drowned
by gulls
Words carried
away in protest
on salty winds
 
The beach keeps its secrets
of ghosts from the past
Sweeping away remnants 
of life and love
without a trace
until there’s nothing left
but pristine sand
 
Although here
among the driftwood
and starfish,
your essence
lingers still
Your presence
is felt, always
 
 
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
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Sarah from Sarahsouthwest is hosting Tuesday night at D'Verse
and she has prompted us with Lost Valentines "lost loves, your
broken loves, your loves that never were! The fireworks that
didn’t quite go off, the bud that never opened, the seed that
failed to sprout."
This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago

Image by Christina1966 from Pixabay 

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

28 thoughts on “Without a Trace – Poem of the Month – February 2022”

  2. Wow!! So Awesome Christine!! I love the emotions, feelings and wistful images!!! Is this your expansion of your Haiku? Seems like it?? I’m so glad you expanded on that gem!! Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!!
    xoxo
    💕😘🌹😍

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    1. Yes this was the expansion of the Haiku. Very similar to your lovely poem Chuck 🥰❤️

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    1. Oh so sweet Lucy. You know I really appreciate your kind words. My poetry is so different from yours and I find yours very exciting and wild! ☺️

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  4. Supremely visual…and lovely description..the sea stealing footprints…stunning, and the other lines too. The atmosphere around the words is so strong, like the tide itself, pulling..

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  5. The visual imagery here is wonderful! The first stanza had a slight feel of people arguing, or at least discussing intensely – and then the loss in the second stanza and the almost resolution in the end. It’s finely crafted.

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  6. “The beach keeps its secrets of ghosts from the past,”.. yes, yes! Such an exquisitely woven poem, Christine! 💝💝

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