The Shoe

By PoppyS

Mon, 04 Dec 2017
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We searched for my lost shoe your patience finding a refuge
amongst the dust under the bed.

Seems ages since we laughed last night
my head hurts – you need a bloody good shave, the dog
needs to go out before he pees on the floor -

 I feel like an intruder a traveller passing through
my disagreements bouncing unheard

 off the peeling yellow walls.

I once lived here my involvement counting for more than
a night between the sheets.

Who left first, reasons for knowing that have no
meaning outside my wounded self-esteem.

Slowly

 we are just another lifeless reaction, good only, for the old times
when the dark turns back the day.

Suddenly the shoe appears
wedged between the dog's front feet which are wet as he jumps upon
the bed

Time to go I tell myself - time to really let go
as I pull the shoe free.

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi PoppyS

I found it harder to locate the clause breaks / breathing points with this one. They seem to be mid-line, which might be intentional, I'm not sure.

I like how you have hung those reflections around recovering the shoe. It gives them life. Nice piece.

Parson Thru

Submitted by PoppyS on

Hi PT, no reason outside of not really having my writers head on this morningsad (if I ever do).
I did lose a shoe once, the dog buried it.

Thanks for the reply and honest feedback.

Pops ~xx~

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