Invisible Footprint Poem by Elle Smith

My words reverberate,

I must pause before I say.

They have impact and meaning,

they crystalize in shape.

People act on those words,

behaving a certain way.

Powerful and challenging,

they ripple like the waves.

I reach out to touch,

making senses come to life.

Hands are actually organ grinders,

a multitude of tasks they perform.

The world's greatest movies,

as many an actor is born.

Our deeds are always noticed,

intangibly they entwine.

One random act another moulds,

in life cannot be denied.

We all take the same path,

leading from cradle to grave.

Those impressions left behind,

as an invisible footprint is made.


By Elle Smith Copyright 2018