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Waiting for the other shoe to drop
by Lacy D PhillipsLeft Shoe:
assigning value to the SELF
I am nothing but the intersection of preferences
blogging my way into oblivion
the machinery of my memory congeals into valueless GREY
even a VOID is whole
all words can be shamed by an IMAGE
all images can be found devoid of MEANING
for you I would be charm embodied, grace and all your valued traits
Datta. Damyata. Dayadhvam.
Right Shoe:
manumission of the SOUL
instantly and irrevocably I attained your STILLNESS
the stillness of falling at terminal velocity
in search of existence
validation is internal
INSIDE I have nothing but PROSE
my gift of inches transposed to MILES
silence stings like salted wounds more than my many words 09/28/2006 Author's Note: I have a pair of grey pumps that are in terrible condition, but I just don't want to let them go because they're so formed to my foot and dainty. So I broked out my Sharpie and went to town. Now my favorite grey pumps boast my favorite lines. And I get such a kick out of quoting myself, I stole lines from my own works. I'll take some pics and post them soon.
Posted on 09/28/2006
Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/30/06 at 03:31 AM ...lacy, detail is one of the most powerful poetic nuances and in this left shoe right shoe thingee, was just that...they're shoes but you gave them so much more...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 10/02/06 at 04:03 PM what an intruiging piece, the breakdown of left and right, the self and the soul...the movement almost tantric...the title feels classic and the author's note is great too...hope u don't mind my comments, after so long away from the site...all the best to you, jewels |
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