I was sixteen
when his eyes narrowed in
on me.
You have socks, he declared-
Clean ones.
Yes, I had socks,
And yes, they were clean.
But my bills were past-due
And my school work was endless
And my parents were nagging me to
Load the dishwasher and take out the garbage
And feed the cat and weed the garden and...
But your feet! They’re dry!
He rebutted.
And eyeing my rubber soled,
Black suede knee-highs he added-
And probably warm!
It was an accusation,
Not an observation.
I glanced down at his shoes,
The rubber gaped wide open-
His bare toe protruding.
He wiggled it around a few times
Emphasizing his point.
You have clean, dry socks
And lovely warm boots.
You should be happy!
In turn I stormed off
In a huff-
I would waste no more time
With a naive old man,
Who clearly knew nothing about
Life.
A contest entry
- NO CLICHE ! YES PREWRITES ! by Anu-Nataraj.
400 points, ended November 28, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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ha, cute. thought it went on a bit too long with the mundane in the 2nd stanza, but it was a nice prose read. i liked it.
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It was an accusation,
Not an observation
niceeee...
good luck -
Excellent
Loved this one and the last verse was just classic. This will be one of my favourite poems.
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