Poem 20151018

these shoes hurt my feet
though there was little walking

still it seems too much distance
had been covered in too little time

not to say that things were rushed
or that the scenery went by


but the ache is there
starting in the arches and

aching in the ball joints
all the way across the bottom

and they throb when i take a moment
to sit and reflect

and my soul throbs too
not a heartbeat so much

as the ticking of a clock
and you can’t lay blame on the shoes

1 thought on “Poem 20151018”

  1. Wonderful piece. So hard to give new life to the journey theme, with feet and the aches, and you have done a splendid job. The ending lines are perfect ‘closure’ for the piece, both a despair of passing time (mortality?) and then a lighthearted last line.

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