monday’s big tent poetry prompt: feet
photo: baby feet…, mgrphotos, flickr
inquisitive eyes
hindsight hands
finger tracing translucence
an unexpected find
folded and found
torn and tattered
yellowed piece of paper
my hospital birth certificate
the paper says
i was born on this day
at this time and
stuck my feet in black ink
to prove i was
oh little feet
tell me the places
we shall go
size so small
soft as butter attributes
activated lines and shadows
eye witness to a future
the ol’ gypsy woman foretells
fresh little feet
did tell then
what now is when
how far i would travel
and the miles i’d run
to espy the rainbow’s
ancestral home
sometimes my feet sing
shifting from a long note
to a thousand quick beats of patter
skipping over burdens
as a child at play
oh he sez but they are pretty
otherwise he wouldn’t have stayed
it’s all in the feet he sez
consumed in a flashback
i’m walking forward
along weedy old tracks
some long forgotten
abandoned railroad line
remember the rattling train
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
ms pie, this is just gorgeous. I like the movement from infant to adulthood.
Pamela
sometimes my feet sing
shifting from a long note
to a thousand quick beats of patter
skipping over burdens
as a child at play
I really like this stanza the most. Nice interpretation of the prompt.
You had me with the picture and the poem was icing on the cake.
That photo and your poem…They are both beautiful!!
I write notes here…
Who would have guessed. Those tiny feet travel many miles. Really enjoyed travelling along with these sweet feet.
Oh Ms Pie, this is a truy beautiful poem…and the illustration is the icing on the cake. I hope this poem was written for someone special.
So lovely! You invited me in and carried me along on a journey covering much of a lifetime.
Mspie, Wow… taken aback by the power of your poem! makes a lovely performance piece, it’s got the message and flow in it.
Thanks for sharing 🙂
Love & Light
Beautiful. And I think the train track metaphor in last stanza works particularly well.
oh little feet
tell me the places
we shall go
LOVE that stanza!
Lovely, lovely, lovely.
You’ve got some gorgeous phrasing:
hindsight hands
fresh little feet
sometimes my feet sing
what a wonderful flash back it made me think of my girls! Just lovely.
Gorgeous. You had me hooked from the first line and it just got better from there.
mmmm excellent! such language.
but, where has ms pie gone?