Man's Steps

by marsbars12

January 11, 2014

Frozen granite sillWalking paths lined with new iceLook down at green gates

Spaces filled by hands--Muted lights wake weary deadFlirting with good men

Silhouette the mountShrouding breaths of winter heatEast of each brick room

Trees clothed in white robesCarry what they never said, Breathe transparent air

Faint planes of pale goldStroke layers of smooth snow, butOverlook man's steps

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Comments (3)

Jan WienenNov 15, 2016

Issues of the heart ...

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 12, 2016

Powerful expression!

marsbars12Jan 11, 2014

This was the fastest I've ever written a poem - less than an hour. Usually it takes days or even weeks, but this time the words came incredibly easily and in vocabulary and form that worked perfectly for the haiku form I was going for. I literally looked out my window and wrote about the normally overlooked things that went on outside in real time, but my favorite part was definitely the last stanza. Until that one, I had no name for the poem and the writing itself seemed to be going nowhere special. With that stanza the poem came to life and became dimensional, with loads more meaning than it had originally. That last line specifically carries all of the meaning for me; that nature, with all of it's seemingly ordinary goings-on is always more beautiful, powerful and lasting, always overshadowing the ultimately insignificant doings of man. Man may be able to use nature and even occasionally manipulate it to suit our needs, but in the end we are no match for it.