Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Pawless
I place insoles and inserts
Inside my boots
To dampen effects of sidewalks,
The hard boiled surfaces
In which I watch for cracks
Who stub and trip my stride,
Enough to throw me onto
Wobbly ankles and tender tendon seas
………………………….You see
My body is a micro ocean
Without a Moses ……..and
The city is so red, red, red, red
With its pyramid condominiums
And no matter how hard I stomp down
Upon the wimpiest concrete
My boots scuff and scratch
In my garden, I pry my boots off
My toes have been taught
To cluster towards the center.
Nails curl down, out, and away
Like claws who have forgotten
How to scratch, dig, take hold.
Feet so thin, soft, and pinkish brown
Still, I pretend I can run barefoot
Until my hooves must be restored.
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Wow! Love this. The imagery and creativity. One has to experience this to pen it so perfectly.
My feet haven’t touched the ground in twenty-five years and I cannot wear shoes, only socks. You took me on an imaginary journey.
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Love this. Funny how we armor up against the world, become so pale and soft inside.
Yet th flooring and pavements we protect against are or our making as well.
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I especially hooves and shoes. I might have an easier time walking if I had real hooves, but that would be rough on the flooring.
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Hi Elan, love your blog very much. just nominated you for the 3 quotes 3 day challenge.
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You’ve nailed it! Great poem. As an old(er) person, I feel (literally) what the old man felt.
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Powerful. Poignant. Oh, so very poetic.
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i wore no shoes while reading but somehow the toes curled in toward the center
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Loved it!
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Great poem btw enjoyed it
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Our feet carry us so far… a little rest a little resole..
Refreshed and replenished they carry me further and further..before i stop and resole again..but this time my feet walk slower
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and the congregation whispered Amen
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Beautiful, evocative. Second stanza is like feet let out of prison and breathing a sigh of relief. As a child, I loved going barefoot in the garden after a rain, dressing my feet in “mud slippers.” 🙂
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Wow! You just fed my imagination!
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I am not a poetry person, but you hooked me in right away. Good good job, evocative righting. Cheers
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Oh my god!!!:D:D:D
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nice job!
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No fancy comment but this: good writing. More, please.
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Wow, the visuals are just amazing.
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Wonderful!
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Wonderful, wonderful – grabs me around the ankles, pulling me down into a dark recognition of my dependency on tough soles to get through daily activities. Great description in last stanza!
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Marvelous philosophy !
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Pushing our toes into the Mrs. Natures Earth..
chris
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Wow! This is some evocative writing! Thanks for dropping by my blog, I can’t wait to read more of yours!
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