who's got my shoe?

I have a lot of vignettes I blogged while I was working up in Silicon Valley or while I was a slave to the DoD. Reworking 'em.

 

 

 

You ever notice

all the shoes along the roads?

I do. Makes me think:

somewhere, are there a number

of slightly chagrined people

standing in lines at

Safeway or Target trying

to hide one unshod

foot?  Or hopping out to use

the restroom at the Chevron

station and upon

fetching the key, having to

explain the bare foot?

Or a lady walking that

funny UP-DOWN way ladies

walk with only one

high-heel?  Does someone just throw

the shoe themselves out

the window or some fiend snatch

the shoe off their foot and toss

it out the moon roof?

It’s one of those mysteries

of life that may not

have a satisfactory

explanation.  You got one?

Author's Note

These old blog entries may have some humorous or introspective value. Just give me the truth. I thought reworking them into verse might be fun.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I don't have any explanation for that . But you have raised a good point on that...Thank you for sharing...:)

[annie lee]

Thanks, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Karen]

This one indeed is humorous, but makes readers think about the reasons for these silly mysteries. Putting it in poetry form makes it more humorous in my opinion, though I can see it more likely as a blog. This is a unique poem.

[annie lee]

Thank you, Karen. I was just rifling through all these old blog entries, and I thought some of them might have some entertainment value. We have these memories, these moments, where we think outside our compartment of comfort; some of these perceptions I wish to remember, and I like poetry. So I know some of them are a little silly, but so is life sometimes.