This
blog is devoted to a select group of poets. We're starting with poets
from the Ann Arbor area, but, hey, if you're from Detroit, Grand Rapids,
Saginaw or the Upper Peninsula, then that is okay, too.
Today's poem or short story prompt is the word "shoes".
Our
goal is to provide you with a prompt every day from which you are to
garner inspiration and submit a poem. How to submit will be very easy.
Just put your poem or short story in the comments section and hit
post. You may not immediately see your post, but it is there under the
"Comments" section. You may need to click on "Comments" to see your
poem. It is there on another page.
You
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of you do have Gmail, but for those of you that don't it's extremely
worthwhile to open up one now! That way you've got a chance to get your
work out there in the world.
SNEAKERS OR LOAFERS?
ReplyDelete"Almost ready, I just have to get my shoes on. Ten seconds."
I'm so glad I'm a guy.
- Mike Fedel
July, 2013
Women's Size 11 Shoe
ReplyDeleteFrom my early years it was predicted that I would have big feet like the rest of the Vikings in my family. By grade 10 I wore a size 9 shoe. By the time I was twenty I had morphed into a size 11. I always told my mother that when I grew up I wanted to marry a man with small feet. It turns out that I made that wish come true. However, a month into the marriage I realized that I needed more.
Catherine Powers
July 8, 2013
Copyright 2013
Unshod again at the office, don't tell Pam,
ReplyDeleteI relax into the clickings of the pointer and the letters
and pad around the flat carpet feeling
a little like a kindergartner, which is naughty,
here, where it is supposed to be business,
or sort of. Today at least it mostly is.
But feet in socks on the bouncy ball under my desk
suggest slightly otherwise, and in the good way,
not the not good one. My illicit feet
might take me down the ramp to the window
whose increasing obscurement by ivy bothers Debbie.
It is starting to look like the kudzu's overcoming us.
Slow but menacing, like the monster in a '50s B movie.
Yet that is no concern to my feet, which are just glad
to've been freed from the lacing for a few hours
in a temporary reprieve, kindness, yo.
-- LisaLou
Glad to have you onboard, LisaLou!!
DeleteI won't tell Pam . . .