Bits Of Inspiration ~ Shoes

Hello poets! It is chilly as I sit at my computer contemplating shoes. Yes, shoes. I think I inherited my mother's passion for them. We lived in a small house with tiny closets, but my mom managed to find all sorts of creative ways to make room for her shoes.

The Empty Dance Shoes

By Cornelius Eady

My friends, 

As it has been proven in the laboratory,   

An empty pair of dance shoes 

Will sit on the floor like a wart 

Until it is given a reason to move. 

There are many reasons why we choose our shoes, athletics, dress, work, vanity. I bet if you looked at your collection of shoes you could remember where and why you bought each pair. 

My Shoes

By Charles Simic 

Shoes, secret face of my inner life:   

Two gaping toothless mouths, 

Two partly decomposed animal skins   

Smelling of mice nests. 

My brother and sister who died at birth   

Continuing their existence in you, 

Guiding my life 

Toward their incomprehensible innocence. 

Today's challenge is to write about shoes. It could be a favorite pair, hated pair, your father's shoes, mother's shoes. Just go wherever your shoes take you. 

As always make your poem a new one, post it on Mr. Linky, and read the work of your fellow poets.