I’m walking in shoes
well-worn and blue,
and I’m sure
that my thinking
is true!
That one day you walked
in those very same shoes
and you wondered
the same way
I do …
How is it that art,
seeks out a heart
where promise of prayers
comes true,
And why do we care
when we’re baffled --
confused?
Or waste time
while we wait for
that muse?
The essence for love
might often be found
in the depth of
those very same shoes.
And you know
what ‘they’ say
‘bout leaving the ground
that it’s all
up to you -
To just cruise! …
© 2009 Joy A. Burki-Watson
Author notes
My poem is about what the phrase "Boogie Woogie" inspired in me and a contest requirement!
Etymology: echoic; ? suggested by the characteristic “walking” bass; ? redupl. of boogie, var. of bogy (hobgoblin)
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Walkin and shoes certainly have something in common don't they?
My mind is inclined towards Soul, or should that be Sole hehe..
Never mind, can't think of a soul number right now but what does pop into my head is Mr Dylan's 'Ain't talkin, just walkin, walkin till I'm plain clear outta sight...!'
But then comin from an old gentleman of the road meself it's what you might expect!
Now then, taking a lil' walk into the poem itself there's a lot to consider; more than meets the eye as they say!
I'm asking myself why, at the end of the read when I close my eyes do I see a pair of dusty ol' sandals...
Who's gonna walk in them now...?
Love it Joy
J
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"...How is it that art,
seeks out a heart
where promise of prayers
comes true..."
Of course, I love those lines,
as well as the entire piece,
bouncing along in blue (suded) shoes--
Great message, joy.
But thru my head a tune has snuck in,
not even referenced here, but coaught
by the rhythm of your words, Nancy Sinatra's
"These Boots are Made for Walking!"
M-C
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I first thought of "don't step on my blue suede shoes". Elvis must be lurking in the building. lol
I think its a gift to be able to walk in anothers' shoes for it is only then we can truly understand each other. With understanding often comes the acceptance we all seek which is at the center of love.
Nicely done Joy.
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Interesting title. 'Trans' across, and 'fusion' union. Almost like a union of minds across common grounds of experience, helped on by a shared touchstone or artifact, the blue shoes.
Lovely "art seeks out a heart where the promise of prayers comes true." Inspiration and a desire to communicate are motive forces for art, and I believe all have spent fruitless hours/days/months etc. awaiting their muse.
"To just cruise!" Ah, when the muse is pulling the stops and lifting the roof in floating, vibrating, captivating melody!
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I commented on this and a number of your other poems but AP has erased every one of them. In fact they erased 52 of the 54 comments I made. Very strange. Hopefully you at least got the messages even if they don't show on the poems.
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Brilliant Joy!!! Loved it. Reminded me to of the same song as Yemmasee. Love the rhythm. Well done...
...mal
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The Andrews Sisters come to mind. "Boogie Woogie bugle boy of company B."
Well not being inspired is certainly well-worn. I practically live on that street. I own that street.
Why do we care what we write while we wait for the perfect inspiration? Because we're foolish, vain creatures. Yeah, that about sums it up.
One think I have found...if the object loves you, they don't care how trite the poem is. Love is indeed grand...it lacks taste but it's grand.
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i enjoyed this effort and the rhythmic flow of it. the syllabic work is great and i thoroughly enjoyed the two syllable breaking-device. this is fine poetry at it's technical best!
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