Slow Walk
flat as waning seas
before embers of the dying sun
a brown shoe phase
bridged a span of neon years
alchemy of mercurial drab
reheeled plans, revamped her days
walked her from stiletto reds
to the pacing of plain espadrillesthat brown shoe tide
held her to the waning sea
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reheeled plans, revamped her days
I like the double meaning here. The waning sea brings sadness on some under level...you know what I mean?
This is a pure delight. Ages walk us to our future and across our past and we reach it with pure inevitability.
Coming from a military perspective, the connotation of brown shoes and the sea speaks volumes.
How lovely your perspective ....
a wonderful Magpie!
Lovely! I am so happy I found Magpie so that I can take part of all the lovely words that are written!
and thank you for the comment, it was one of my first ones, which made it very special!
Regulated to a pair of brown walking shoes that come in with the tide and the go out with the waning sea --sad and a bitter sweet tale --
wonderfully written,
Joanny
as always your words captivate me from beginning to end. hope all is well.
Brown shoe phase bridging the span of neon years-yep that describes a lot of us!Good one!
I love what you did with this.
... and I was just thinking the other day that I need a pair of brown shoes :)
My fat feet ( in spite of the diuretics ) are more comfortable now in sandals! Aging brings with it many difficulties and laments...one of them is the adjustment to low heeled shoes and living with cellulite.
Each line in this stands alone, then walks hand in hand with the others. Brilliantly done...
Wow - lots going on here TW - the last line grabbed me again and again:
"that brown shoe tide
held her to the waning sea"
Me and my brown shoe self got some melancholy now.
I love your Magpie, thanks for sharing
Such a beautiful perspective--I love the representative of shoes indicative of our life's phases. this is my favorite line:
walked her from stiletto reds
to the pacing of plain espadrilles
--poignant
Our adult lives start with excruciating fashion and work towards comfort. Well written.
Dear How creative! A way of seeing a poem as a visual art; colors, shape and line, etc. The composition with the shoes on the shore, a very visual water analogy. A landscape of the mind and soul. Surreal. A great method to help me through those dry spells; days that turn into years. A new way of being! I like this and can so relate! Thank-you for your inspiring and most excellent haiku poem.
The 'brown shoe tide' is such a striking image. You've done it again!
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Happy Sunday!
brown shoe phase - I think I'm passing through that one right now...
ah, but the memories of those brown shoe walks will carry her into the next age...
Brown shoe phase..the last one? As long as it's comfy!! good...
Gosh, I can certainly relate here. The red stilettoes are in the back of the closet.
So good...I think I'll stay at the espadrilles stage for a while..but the brown suedes are waiting!
Beautifully arranged. How I long for those stilettos of days gone by!
lovely,
like the simple and fun sound of your words.
At 41 I am niw passed my stilleto red years... Now I din shoes of comfort to explore my worlds, both inner and outer!!
Very smart and meaningful poem!
loveNlight
Gabi
Sue,
All my life, for as log as I can remember, I've always noticed a lady's shoes. From stilletto heels to nursing whites, they do reveal a girls personnalit of the moment.
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