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Parker meets Prada
by Laurie DuncanThere are shoes that, when purchased,
one expects need breaking in.
So shiny, chic with all the fixings,
one can bear some blistering skin
and walk no few tender miles
until our tough Achilles win.
Yet some--of a flashy sort--
grow but worse for all we try
and, on closer acquaintance,
we know won't yield until we die.
Shine gone, we chuck them bin-ward.
So's life, my dear--goodbye. 03/14/2008 Posted on 03/14/2008
Copyright © 2025 Laurie Duncan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/15/08 at 03:10 AM That last line goes like a knife at a hundred and ten miles per hour. Just awesome. |
| Posted by Matthew Zangen on 04/15/08 at 10:24 PM Awesome metaphor and well played. I found myself tripping over some syllables in the rhythm (extra feet? I'm not sure. How would that be for irony, though?) but it doesn't change how much I like this piece. The last line is indeed a killer :). Thanks for the read, Laurie. +Fav easily. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/31/08 at 10:56 PM Effective analogy! The last line a real kicker!(if a bit cynical)! |
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