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Thursday, May 27, 2010

Slow Walk for Magpie Tales

Magpie Tales #16 offers an onsite image for prompt. Please follow the link to see the image, read what others wrote and play along.


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 espadrilles

that brown shoe tide
held her to the waning sea

 
Original digital art. 
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30 comments:

brenda said...

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?

Annie said...

This is a pure delight. Ages walk us to our future and across our past and we reach it with pure inevitability.

JeffScape said...

Coming from a military perspective, the connotation of brown shoes and the sea speaks volumes.

spacedlaw said...

Wonderful!

Helen said...

How lovely your perspective ....
a wonderful Magpie!

Sandra said...

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!

joanny said...

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

Naquillity said...

as always your words captivate me from beginning to end. hope all is well.

kathew said...

Brown shoe phase bridging the span of neon years-yep that describes a lot of us!Good one!

She Writes said...

I love what you did with this.

Kimmie said...

... and I was just thinking the other day that I need a pair of brown shoes :)

RNSANE said...

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.

Titanium said...

Each line in this stands alone, then walks hand in hand with the others. Brilliantly done...

Jennifer Morrison said...

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.

nana_ang_poppaphil said...

I love your Magpie, thanks for sharing

Lisa said...

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

Sue J said...

Our adult lives start with excruciating fashion and work towards comfort. Well written.

chiccoreal said...

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.

Selma said...

The 'brown shoe tide' is such a striking image. You've done it again!

Jingle said...

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two awards from the bottom,
Happy Sunday!

Pauline said...

brown shoe phase - I think I'm passing through that one right now...

Brian Miller said...

ah, but the memories of those brown shoe walks will carry her into the next age...

Lyn said...

Brown shoe phase..the last one? As long as it's comfy!! good...

willow said...

Gosh, I can certainly relate here. The red stilettoes are in the back of the closet.

Lyn said...

So good...I think I'll stay at the espadrilles stage for a while..but the brown suedes are waiting!

C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson said...

Beautifully arranged. How I long for those stilettos of days gone by!

Jingle said...

lovely,
like the simple and fun sound of your words.

Lisa said...

At 41 I am niw passed my stilleto red years... Now I din shoes of comfort to explore my worlds, both inner and outer!!

Gabriela Abalo said...

Very smart and meaningful poem!

loveNlight
Gabi

rel said...

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.
rel