The March


Image Copyright: Kati Bergman 2014

Shadows lengthen, marking
the pace of the march.
Twisting past outstretched branches
like water through a parched man’s fingers,
laughing in the spaces between the blades of grass,
as they pass,
slipping, slipping from a golden grasp…

The shapes of shadows change each day
as landscapes manifest and fade.
But still the chase continues,
and still the march is played
like notes upon a staff,
the sound always a pace behind.
The shore always ahead of the waves.

Written April 20, 2013


2 thoughts on “The March

    • I’m so glad you enjoyed reading the poem! I am very grateful for any kind of feedback I can receive on my writing, especially from fellow writers! Thank you for reading!


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