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.
Posted on 11/14/2011Copyright © 2023 Roger J Kenyon
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...
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 :)
I adore the final couplet to this modern sonnet!