- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Backtracking
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Tap, tap, tap
the footsteps went.
I didn't know
nor understand
back then
what had been given me
with care received and sent.
To me so vague,
so far from true
it seems today
mundane and gray,
but wonders came so easily
those years when all was new.
The first recorded history,
a tap, tap, tap
from then to me
and back.
As far as will can track
I breathe,
and sink so willingly,
to other little
sparks of mind
forgotten
nearly left behind.
But tap, tap, tap
whoever treaded noisily
up to my bed,
is lost, is gone,
I can't recall,
still locked somewhere
in memory.
Who came in
from that windy hall?
Whose tap, tap, tap
to lay a palm
upon my head
it is I hear in echo
through the years we tread?
what happened next,
what went before,
this flash of soul?
I do not know.
nor understand
why tap, tap, tap
became the window
to it all.
I praise you though,
I cherish dear
that stepping ghost.
Your walk is what I am,
your tap, tap, tap
the first of me I know.
The first recorded history,
the building stone
from which I grow.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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duddle146about 17 years agoCaregivers the world over who tap tap tap into our lives at important intervals ~ helping the helpless to exist for another day.
LeBrozover 17 years agoWhile speculations run through here, I'll add mine to say I think it's your nurse coming in to check on you when you were so young, it's a memory with strong recall ~ your life's first major event.
perksover 20 years agoThe flow is a little off, and I know what it is about, but only because it's forced. Where is your delicious imagery that I've grown so used to? Where is your double entendre? Where was I to be directed? I'm lost like your ghost. Wait, was that the point?
