For today’s prompt, write a footwear poem. A poem about shoes, flip flops, socks, slippers, flippers, boots, pumps, and so on. If you’d prefer not to dedicate a poem to your footwear, just mention footwear somewhere in the poem. That’s right; your hi-tops don’t have to be the star, and it’s totally cool if somebody’s clogs play a minor role in the poem.
Robert Lee Brewer's original post
From River Dance to feet of flames there is much to admire
ReplyDeletewhen Michael Flatley takes the stage he sets the place on fire
Yes, the Lord of the Dance's tap shoes leave nothing to desire
as his feet move faster and faster and his leaps forever higher.
there is a reason why my contribution is a quatrain. I think a poem a day has affected my mind as the other night my dream was in a quatrain form. i don't know what the dream was except it was two quatrains and was very scary. the worst part is I woke up from the dream, went back to sleep and had the exact same dream! wish I could remember the verses and why they were so scary.
DeleteLOL. Did you remember them when you first woke up? That is so funny.
DeleteYou--
DeleteThe influence.
Shaper of livelihood,
Your spirit,
Tattooed on my soul.
I'd be honored to fill shoes half as big for someone down the line. V
You--
DeleteThe influence.
Shaper of livelihood,
Your spirit,
Tattooed on my soul.
I'd be honored to fill shoes half as big for someone down the line. V
BARE FEET
ReplyDeleteI wear shoes only when required,
still prefer bare feet, at least shoes
that will slip off at any point.
Always thought it was the result
of being a barefoot hippie
as a teen in the late 60’s.
But then I recalled my mother’s
frustration at how many pairs
of 10 cent flip flops I could lose
over one summer vacation.
I would walk out of them, leave them
like random footprints on my path.
i love that last line! awesome write!
DeleteFor this prompt I am posting a poem I wrote many (MANY) years ago - because it is my definitive footware poem.
ReplyDeleteSole Entanglements
Old shoelaces unravel
unruly as love
as likely to trip you.
Untied, each lace dances
frayed and flaccid
reluctant to knot again.
Velcro closures lock
and cling to willing to grip
but Velcro can't let go
There's rip and uproar
when suddenly undone.
Old loafers are the best.
So easy to slip
in or out of at a
moment's whim, they
shelter your pennies
never ask for socks.
On the Eloquence of Footwear
ReplyDeleteA Russian premier
pounds the table
with his shoe
An American president
crosses his leg, reveals
hole in his sole
A passionate Muslim
hurls his shoe
at the leader of the free world
The dictator’s wife
had more than 1,000
pairs of shoes
Some children in third world countries
cannot go to school because the way is long
and they have no shoes
©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington