sneakers
the sneakers
lay in the attic
not quite new not
quite used-the perfect
size the perfect fit with
a sturdy sole but comfort
walks with fashion and the
latter un-reliable walked on by
to some other sensitive sole ah
nothingventurednothinggained
you know ... in senisible shoes
the shoes ... never had a say
unwanted unskuffed unbrok-
en ... all they ever wanted
was to s t r e t c h
under you weight to be
bro ken under your
heel - stinkwiththesmell-
ofyou - the sneakers lay
in the attic - maybe one
day that style will come
´round again or perhaps
your kids´ll drag ém out
and play dress up and
laugh at where your
taste went
OH YEAH!! I love concrete poetry--especially when it says so much in analogy. I won't go into what I READ between the lines, but I WILL say that I truly like your writing style and voice. I have several shape poems on my page. Sometimes they just turn out that way with no thought or preconcieved notion as to making it that way. This was one of the best I've read.
Jessica