That black box is what I think we all hold on to. It is filled with memories we do not wish to lose. If we ever open the lid on that box and expose our memories to the light of day, they will all flit away into the world to be forgotten.
I’m glad to see I’m not the only person who gets emotional over having to retire shoes. No one is ever there for you like a good pair of shoes. And then one day when they lose their use, they just become trash. A truly thankless relationship. There’s a street in my city, famous for having hanging shoes on many of the trees and powerlines. My last two pairs I’ve gone to that street, tied my laces together, and thrown shoes up onto a tree until they hanged. I guess people were not used to seeing a grown man do this, so I got some looks. But I feel like I gave my shoes the burial the funeral they deserved.
Distillness Goest Hard
This quartet of poems......superb.
That black box is what I think we all hold on to. It is filled with memories we do not wish to lose. If we ever open the lid on that box and expose our memories to the light of day, they will all flit away into the world to be forgotten.
The shoes... untying the knots the last time. oh man that gets me.
Love love love!
Oh boy - meant “even better read together”- is it allergies or is it age? I’m claiming allergies
Love this collection of 4 - singular poems but even together read together. And thank you again for the fabulous Zoom read.
I like to wear old shoes on my travels and then leave them in that foreign place in case they can go on walking there when I can't be there
Black Box: so on point. I have been grieving the loss of most of the few friends I’ve had…always some rationale but it doesn’t stop the pain.
I love the poems today especially Lincoln County. It resonates with me in my 80th year of life.
And the reading last night was wonderful. Your short story is excellent. Thank you for the invitation.
Love this part ... truth in poetry.
Someday, you'll forget those
who've forgotten you.
Or maybe you won't.
Cobbler ❤️
I’m glad to see I’m not the only person who gets emotional over having to retire shoes. No one is ever there for you like a good pair of shoes. And then one day when they lose their use, they just become trash. A truly thankless relationship. There’s a street in my city, famous for having hanging shoes on many of the trees and powerlines. My last two pairs I’ve gone to that street, tied my laces together, and thrown shoes up onto a tree until they hanged. I guess people were not used to seeing a grown man do this, so I got some looks. But I feel like I gave my shoes the burial the funeral they deserved.
You are welcome to a spot in my inbox any day, but especially today, because your poems hit a target.
Eventually, you begin
to understand that some
of the people you loved
didn't love you back
This…a hard-scrabbled truth 😔
The Cobbler~ I love how an inanimate object can tell a story, have a heart.
And be mourned at it’s passing.