vinebar

Silent Footprints
Author: Rick Ryckman

vinebar

The cold winds are whipping savagely.
My dreams cannot withstand the violence and fury.
The phantom footprints have been woven through time.
Sounding loudly across my frozen domain.
The beast is running in-between my racing heartbeats.
In the darkness the chains of time cannot be broken.

vinebar

Comments on this poem/writing:

frances (205.188.117.65) -- Wednesday, January 24 2007, 11:36 pm

rick ryckman

this one is hard for me,seems that it is hard to let go of past thoughts
Rick Ryckman (71.97.8.99) -- Thursday, January 25 2007, 02:08 am

Frances

With the ice storm over the last week or so.
At least I could come in the house and turn on the heat.
But in my youth when we had no heat in the house.
My brother and I would take my fathers ax ---- and walk across the barren wilderness
of Lake Erie
till we came upon the railroad and would chop up the tides,
pile them up on the sled and drag them home because it was the only heat
we would feel for the rest of the year.
Yes I remember the house at 186 Efner Street ----foundly from my youth.
 
Name:                                           Remember Me

Comment Title:

Comment / Ammendment:

Please complete the recaptcha below for spam prevention:

Click here to read other Poems by Rick Ryckman

vinebar

Poetic Dreams Other's Poetic Dreams Submit a Poem New This Week Forum Home

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.