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Ode to My Shoes
by Joe CramerThey frown at me
brown cracked leather
a scratch here
scuff there,
they smile at me.
My shoes inhabit
the floor of my closet
awaiting my return.
Soles cry out
for
my feet to slip
in, slide about.
Tassels on some,
laces on others.
They frown at me,
smile at me,
yawn at me.
All I can see
are rows
of dilapadated
leather
and faux
something or other.
My mother
says
I only need two
pairs of shoes.
One black,
one brown.
I frown.
Looking around
for another pair
to wear.
I never have
the blues
from too many shoes.
Did I even
mention sneakers?
08/28/2008 Author's Note: I have far too many shoes for one man....
Posted on 08/29/2008
Copyright © 2026 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 08/29/08 at 01:18 PM I jumped on this poem...just because of the title... You know how I feel about shoes! It is very very interesting to see my favorite topic from a Male perspective. Cute and informative, great poem Joe! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/29/08 at 02:03 PM ...joe, this is great, what a ditzy, crazeee, and delicious write, love the tada ta-da thingee, it walks stong, mmmm maybe it's the shoes? |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/01/08 at 04:30 PM Ha! I have to laugh because just the other day I was thinking the same thing about my closet. I love the lines where you allude to your mother's thoughts. I learning only now in my late years so many lessons I should have learned a long time ago from my parents... And who says there is no afterlife? |
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