To Two Shoes

by Roger J Kenyon

Two shoes one brown one black
On a grimy street in Toronto lay
Flat the black a foot its lack
The brown on its side sits today

Of the two there is no clue
To the locatios of their mates
A pair only in that there are two
Emptyness it seems their dual fates

Oh to be sated by inner warmth
And to feel a sense of need
Cold a chatter wind from the north
To be taken inside they plead

Soon drops a dark veil of night
Over two shoes craving light.


Author's Note: When one things on the street...one wonders?

Posted on 11/14/2011
Copyright © 2024 Roger J Kenyon

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Linda Fuller on 11/15/11 at 11:20 PM

Interesting perspective - I, too, tend to ascribe human sentiments/motivations to inanimate objects. And there is something so demanding of speculation about a lost/abandoned shoe - 8 million stories in the barefoot city...

Posted by Paganini Jones on 01/05/12 at 12:39 AM

Oh yes - I love this (and a sort of sonnet to boot I believe despite the lack of pentameter) I particularly like the first 2 lines of the third verse/stanza. Definitely has possibilities :)

Posted by Gail Wolper on 02/17/13 at 02:15 AM

I adore the final couplet to this modern sonnet!

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