Shoes Are Unimportant Poem by Midnight Clarity

Shoes Are Unimportant



I don’t remember taking off my shoes
the door is there, I came right through
I kissed the cat and tea is made
so I must have boiled the kettle;
the day has stretched its hours
behind me, some moments filed,
some lost and some on tape
but each one lived at break neck speed
unlike my Caribbean self,
the one who dances to the music
in her head or on the street,
a languid creature spinning
time into a carousel of moments
full of flow and ebb, a tidal pool
of passions flaring and subsiding
as I saunter through the time
that is my life, my day; my heartbeat
surging to the primal pull embedded
in the crannies of the universe
that I call home. Night fell,
my arms were there to catch it,
to swing the subtle folds of dark
around my shoulders, breathing
in the fragrance of the shadows
as they swirled down to my feet
and somehow swept my shoes
right to the middle of the floor,
abandoned neatly in my passing
from my work day to the clinging
rush of home at last.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Original Unknown Girl 04 February 2008

Now then... I have to disagree with you there! LOL! Shoes are well, shoes after all! Still, this poem is so entrancing that I could forgive you for a difference of opinion. Your scribings are pure platinum... HG: -) xx

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Isles of Scilly living in Barbados
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