A Poem by Footprints al carbon

I need a container,
     to collect all the dust,
     from unrestrained thinking,
     like unquenchable lust;

I need a container,
     where fears can be stored,
     secured and respected,
     then tossed overboard;

I need a container,
     for an image I keep,
     a memory forgotten,
     it got buried too deep;

I need a container,
     for celestial dreams,
     where broad aspirations,
     yield frustrating screams;

Here's my container,
     where it's all on display,
     for my pencil and paper,
     time gets out of my way.

© 2017 Footprints al carbon

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Added on December 30, 2017
Last Updated on December 30, 2017


Footprints al carbon
Footprints al carbon

Phoenix, AZ

I'm a part time poet, usually during waking hours. An idea must be fed and put to bed in harmonic frequency as to the sun moving about the sky. Poetry is exhausting so burn clean my peoples. more..