Feet grew larger,
but he was left with
the same old boots,
the garbage can provided,
years ago.
His toes point outside,
roughing out with his shoes.
Still...
he ambulates.
Author notes
Prompt/Inspiration - boots
A contest entry
- Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
700 points, ended November 24, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent imagery, a story in your few words. In spite of ill fit, the value of walking more comfortably with them than without them is strongly brought out. Great title. So often it is Hope that moves us to try.
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Thanks a lot.
Your comments are very appreciated.
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I don't feel so bad about my year old work boots now that I rubbed down with mink oil and bee's wax last night hoping to get another winter out of them!
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Wonderful! What a deep and gripping take on the prompt! Thanks so much for your entry
Gaylene
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