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Comes a time
a wintery time
between summers
when my
earth widened
sun browned
barefoot heart
has to squish
expansive parts
unwillingly
back inside
uncomfortable
tight spots
constrained by
framed by
culture
no air cleansing
no water cooling
no sand tickling
earthiness
no circles
only rows
no love feasts warm
celebrating at the table
of friends
only
clacking plastic
grating against shiny
metal holes passed somber
with
baskets of crumbs
dead and dry and tasteless
unable to breathe
or wriggle free
monstrous waves
of panting panic
attack
until ties are loosened
buckles unfastened
restraints kicked
off and away toward
the preferred
expanse
of summertime's
intended
green
freedom
where
no blisters rub
my barefoot heart
raw
Maureen encouraged me to join in the fun happening over at One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday. Even though I feel quite shy about it, playing with others and learning from them is good. Poetry only recently found me. I'm most thankful.
This deserves several readings, Kathleen. Such a strong image: "my barefoot heart/raw".
ReplyDelete"no circles, only rows"
ReplyDeleteoh, that. that.
i had to read this several times
ReplyDeletebecause i like it
no need to be shy...you write wonderfully...and paint the image well...and i like barefeet to boot...smiles. nice one shot!
ReplyDeleteI would say this poem is a great reflection of poetry. Poetry can be a place where we express and run barefoot with our words.
ReplyDeleteI'm loving your poetry Kathleen
Moon Smiles
And I'm glad that Maureen encouraged you. You described here what all of us go through -- from panic and constriction to resolution. Nice one, Kathleen.
ReplyDeleteA reminder of summer freedom and carefree without restriction or panic... great visuals throughout the lines.
ReplyDeleteThis has a bursting out feeling to it--like why be constrained by a pair of old jeans that now needs to be a size or two larger (metaphorically speaking, of course!)
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you are writing poetry and I'm even happier you've shared. The pacing of this is wonderful, the images clear and sharp. It's always sad to me in the autumn when I have to put shoes and socks back on...the freedom of summer seems so temporary. Maybe that's why it's so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGreen Freedom... Like it.
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
well said :) I like the power in the verse here.. deserves several readings, like Maureen says..!
ReplyDeleteMy 1 Shot
Love bare feet - hate blisters.
ReplyDeleteNice one, Kathleen!
I think this would make a fine performance piece. Spoken word, like the flow. Thanks for sharing your talent.
ReplyDeleteNicely Done!
ReplyDeletebarefoot heart - sounds so exposed. Great One Shot. These are all so fun to read. My One Shot is HERE.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteFeels like childhood and yet there's that barefoot heart...moving in to broken hearts of teen years. Elvis somewhere playing in a parked convertible. Thanks. Gay (@beachanny)
ReplyDeletegreat one!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful image you've painted...intended
ReplyDeletegreen
freedom
where
no blisters rub
my barefoot heart - fabulous!
..no circles - only rows…love this - alone this few words say so much!
ReplyDeletethis was a wonderful poem..and i love the freedom of bare feet...thanks for sharing with one shot...cheers pete
ReplyDeleteI like the basket full of crumbs. What a poetic way to describe lack.
ReplyDeleteI love the contrast of summer and winter. Awesome one shot post. :)
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Makes me want to run barefoot backwards toward the summer months instead of on dry crunchy leaves and a cold ground. Lovely poem,
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Joanny