Thursday, December 8, 2016

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Shoes

Hello poets! It is chilly as I sit at my computer contemplating shoes. Yes, shoes. I think I inherited my mother's passion for them. We lived in a small house with tiny closets, but my mom managed to find all sorts of creative ways to make room for her shoes.

By Cornelius Eady

My friends, 
As it has been proven in the laboratory,   
An empty pair of dance shoes 
Will sit on the floor like a wart 
Until it is given a reason to move. 

There are many reasons why we choose our shoes, athletics, dress, work, vanity. I bet if you looked at your collection of shoes you could remember where and why you bought each pair. 

By Charles Simic 

Shoes, secret face of my inner life:   
Two gaping toothless mouths, 
Two partly decomposed animal skins   
Smelling of mice nests. 

My brother and sister who died at birth   
Continuing their existence in you, 
Guiding my life 
Toward their incomprehensible innocence. 

Today's challenge is to write about shoes. It could be a favorite pair, hated pair, your father's shoes, mother's shoes. Just go wherever your shoes take you. 
As always make your poem a new one, post it on Mr. Linky, and read the work of your fellow poets.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

The Tuesday Platform

Welcome to the Imaginary Garden...

Not an owl on the bough after all;
But a patch of grey light forcing
Through fir. A light-bird.
A bird-light. Returning phantom.
Or poem to my shortening sight.
-John Fowles-

Greetings to all poets and friends! I recently caught up on my John Fowles reading, with The French Lieutenant's Woman, a superb example of post-modernism at its most existential. Fowles is little known as a poet, with many of his pieces published posthumously. Read more on Poetry Foundation.

Once again, the floor is open to those who wish to share a poem of their choice.