Linda Batchelder

The Shoes

Shuffling forward slowly
On cardboard fitted soles;
Rancid bits of leather
Held in place by weathered twine.
Shoes that tell a story
Of bitterness and pain.
On passing by
With head bent low,
Silent screams of sorrow
Pierce the air with every step.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 8, 2011

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  • Jamie Stevenson (9/4/2020 11:39:00 PM)

    I see this in poignant pictures.

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  • D C (2/10/2007 6:22:00 AM)

    Linda -

    This is hard-hitting. It's sharp, but graceful. Still, it's very hard.

    DC

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  • Geoff Warden (2/7/2007 10:36:00 PM)

    Short but oh so powerful, , , , , nicly done

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  • Geoff Warden (2/7/2007 10:36:00 PM)

    Short but oh so powerful, , , , , nicly done

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