
Trudging the towpath
I come across an
intriguing puzzle path
these hieroglyphs of passage
arrest my motion
defying disturbance
and imposing their mystery
to impede my progress
Now I fear to tread
to de-sanctify their presence
and destroy their meaning
with my care-less trudge
These disguised but so readable signs
I am unable to fathom
greater skills than I have
are required to tell the story
of who, of what
has gone before
and of how I have come
to where I am
However fraught
I remain
caught
in an indecipherable
present
struggling to construe
just what Now means
Mystery abounds
these cuneiform cartouches
defeat my urge for understanding
and I pass on
adding my own meaning
only by the steps I tread

Profoundly intriguing
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Yes, intriguing. Wish I’d taken more photographs at the scene, but the Thames towpath where I took the photo is now a mass of puddles and mud. Thanks for commenting, Derrick.
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Great photo and poem. I like how you fear “ to de-sanctify” the precious patterns in the sand.
I am wondering about the round circles though.
What patterns did you add in the sand?
Miriam
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I tried not to disturb these. I believe my own patterns were a few vwell-worn rather mundane stripes.
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I am afraid mine are standard Trainers stripes. One could of course stamp around in a circle. 😊.
I enjoy making patterns in the sand..
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Yes, an activity leading to great creativeness I imagine.
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