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The Black Shoe
by Oliver DrewmanA
Lonely black dress shoe
You are unwanted
Without your mate
As a pair even a poor person
Might want you, but
Alone
You are left to collect dust
Alongside the highway
Pointing east and untied
I
Am a lonely white dress shoe
Feeling unwanted
Without a mate
As a pair, even a poor pair
We'd want each other, but
Alone
I am left to slowly age
Alongside the highway of life
Facing east and unraveling 09/17/2008 Author's Note: Written about a shiny black dress shoe seen along the Alaskan way viaduct while driving south. The second stanza was written 4/13/09.
Posted on 12/11/2009
Copyright © 2024 Oliver Drewman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/11/09 at 05:52 PM ...oliver, a great parallel o' humanity, seeing a shoe and extrapolating this gem from it...you make that shoe explode in ooomph of presence in the reader's eye/mind, then the white shoe juxtaposed is near-genius.
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| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/20/09 at 01:13 PM A fascinating analogy! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/04/15 at 03:38 PM A unique lonely heart's want ad. I like this a lot. Congrats on POTD! |
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