pathless first a footpath, trod for decades a seeing fingersnap, change the way vanishes purpose flees leaving me unsettled without direction yet my feet still walk a pathless path through woods with gentle light playing walking is what feet do no bearing needed
Love that last line! Nicely done, Amrita!
Thanks, Jan!
Beautiful. If feet could talk.☺️ this might be what they would say.
Thank you, Buffie! I love being in touch with you this way!
Love this! Well crafted.
Thank you, Julie—that’s high praise!
I like many of your poems and appreciate your way of crafting images. Onward and Upward! ;-)
Yes nicely done ✔️