2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 23

Yesterday, I had a reader Tweet a quote of a poem from my Solving the World’s Problems collection on Twitter. It was an unexpected and touching moment, but it got me thinking that I should probably mention folks can get a copy of it up here in the opening paragraph. If you’re interested, click to continue.

For today’s prompt, write a footwear poem. A poem about shoes, flip flops, socks, slippers, flippers, boots, pumps, and so on. If you’d prefer not to dedicate a poem to your footwear, just mention footwear somewhere in the poem. That’s right; your hi-tops don’t have to be the star, and it’s totally cool if somebody’s clogs play a minor role in the poem.

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Here’s my attempt at a Footwear Poem:

“sandals”

in summer
in georgia
there’s only
one way men
cover feet
& that is
with sandals
without socks
& until
winter comes
to cover
our cold feet

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roberttwitterimageRobert Lee Brewer needs to hurry up and get a new pair of sandals before they all sell out in Georgia, because the warm temps have returned–and he wore out his last pair last summer. Shoes just won’t do.

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282 thoughts on “2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 23

  1. grcran

    foot fetish

    the shoehorn of choice has a curve
    it causes young footling to swerve
    smooth into a shoe
    with fit tight and true
    should not be the tool of a perve

    gpr crane

  2. deborahbgkelly

    Slippers Are Not Carpet

    We have a debate in my house
    To keep the carpet or replace it
    I argue that it’s hard to maintain cleanliness
    And is not the most environmentally-friendly

    My husband says that it’s not soft enough for kids and pets
    Without carpet
    And he likes to land on something soft when he gets out of bed
    So, someone suggested he put on slippers
    And the carpet would go anywhere with him
    As much as I wish that argument would hold
    But, we all know
    That
    Slippers Are Not Carpet

  3. lily black

    Old Feet

    My soft ancient red converse
    Chuck Taylor low tops rocked
    from Sade to the Stones
    bored checkerboards drawn in pen
    down the bottom where the
    white rubber peeled off.
    Years and years of no support
    podiatrist said
    No more Chucks for you
    Not as easy looking cool
    it turns out
    Birkenstocks rock too!

  4. Marilyn Cavicchia

    I Mean What I Mean

    If Roman sandals could carry a world
    over heaps of diamonds, I would
    sketch the scene
    on the side of a box of pears.
    I mean what I mean:
    Excelsior Interruptus brand pears,
    or World Beater, maybe,
    the sandals slicked with rain,
    the pears spotted with sun,
    the box forgotten in your attic
    until one day you find it
    while looking for something else.

  5. RJ Clarken

    Blue Shoes

    “You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.” ~Carl Perkins

    Today, I think I’ll wear suede shoes.
    They’re jazzy and they’re full of blues.
    I hope they’ll kick my mood of late.
    In blue suede shoes, blues dissipate.

    I think I’ll wear some high heeled shoes.
    Embellished. Navy. Make some news.
    And four inch spikes. At any rate,
    in high heeled shoes, blues dissipate.

    And next? A pair of pricey sneaks.
    In cobalt/white. This sure bespeaks
    that I’m fit, right out of the gate.
    In white/blue sneaks, blues dissipate.

    Cerulean boots I would wear.
    I think they’d make folks stop and stare.
    But are they cause to celebrate?
    In blue(ish) shoes, blues dissipate.

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  6. Ency Peterson

    BAREFOOT PREFERANCE

    Just when I thought things couldn’t be better
    They got terribly worse
    I had no sweet boots or
    striking sandals

    There lay no comfy sneakers
    or worn-in flip-flops
    Just a pair of too small pumps
    or work boots needing lacing

    Why can’t we roam barefoot
    feel grass beneath our feet
    enjoy a sudden dip in a puddle
    Let our feet breathe

    But no, when we go out
    they need protection
    from the bees and the gravel
    from the heated sun or frozen snow

  7. Michelle Hed

    Flip Flops You Annoy Me

    A constant tempo
    of a gentle slap,
    definitely not
    music to my ears.

    A lazy shoe
    if ever there was one…
    not much material
    goes into one.

    There is
    no bending over,
    no tying,
    no hopping on one foot,
    finger in the heal assistance maneuver,
    yeah, you know the one.

    There is a piece
    between
    your big toe
    and the next…
    Ow! That hurts.

    Yeah, flip flops
    rub me the wrong way.

  8. PKP

    Tiny Timberlands

    Today I found them
    tucked in tissue
    in a yellowed box
    tiny Timberlands
    sent by a winter
    bound friend to
    us in the bright
    Caribbean sun
    I smiled then
    holding your
    naked newborn
    feet in one hand
    kissed your toes
    and tucked you in
    your cradle –
    the Timberlands
    in tissue paper
    they to be found
    you to be lost
    for now…

  9. hohlwein

    I am a good traveller.
    I am willing to try blood soup – once.
    I love nothing more than riding in the back of a pickup with the chickens
    on a dirt road with pot holes the size of an American.
    But I always have the wrong shoes.

    You will find me
    crawling through the tiny wet entrance to the Stone Age temple in sandals.
    that are wet and and on which my feets slide around
    like eggs in oil.

    Or the heels.
    I like heels.
    Always heels as I climb the Acropolis or walk in ecstatic loops
    through the streets of Paris.

    When I arrive somewhere at first I might unpack and admire
    how clever I have been,
    packing for style and function,
    packing light,
    packing so light
    I have no single pair
    of good, sensible shoes.
    But I have my passport and have slept well
    and that’s all that seems to matter.

  10. shellkaysm

    Barefoot Writer

    Walking a mile in my shoes
    is nothing like you would assume,
    stuck within egotist’s vacuum.
    Each day you think simple, excuse;
    internal struggles leave no clues.
    The creative mind always craves
    more than perfectionism braves.
    To capture truth, what lurks inside,
    while slaying the critic, I tip-
    toe, barefooted, when muse behaves.

  11. Asha1000

    Walking Barefoot

    There will be no flip-flopping. All
    ends, no matter how fast we pump,
    no matter how we sneak or slip
    with padded feet into the dark;
    how we try to steel-tip protect
    our feet against stumbling blocks,
    or take baby steps in booties,
    we will walk naked and barefoot
    sole through the ebbing tide
    of the great midnight blue ocean.

    – Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming

  12. seamuscorleone

    He threw away my shoes.

    I wasn’t sure until I saw your heels were also missing.

    I said “will you take the garbage out,”
    And he sighed and said “okay.”

    He didn’t really want to do it;
    He had a bad attitude about it.

    And my shoes were by the trash can.
    He must have thrown them away out of spite!

    I told myself, don’t be paranoid.
    But the idea, like a tick, buried itself in my brain.
    I kept itching at it.

    Then!

    You said you couldn’t find your heels.
    Ha ha!
    Then I knew I had been right all along.

    He threw away my shoes out of spite.
    He threw them away because I asked him to
    Take out the trash and he knows
    I don’t like him.

    He threw away your shoes out of spite.
    He threw them away because you asked him to
    Be a grown man instead of a
    Spoiled little bitch.

    Oh, maybe you don’t live in a world where people throw away
    Other people’s shoes.

    But I do!

    And now he’s back.

    You wanted to give him another chance;
    I thought you were finally done with him!

    Please don’t bring him over here anymore.
    I know it makes you feel like a child to hear that.
    I know you feel bad, like this place isn’t really yours.
    How can you tell someone, sorry, I can’t have you over,
    My mom said I’m not allowed to?

    But what if more shoes go missing?
    Am I supposed to sit here and watch him throw away
    All of our shoes and say nothing?

    I don’t think he wants to come over now anyways.
    He knows I don’t like him.

    You can go over there.
    You’re an adult.
    I can’t control you, much as I want to.

    But,
    When the rest of your shoes go missing,
    Don’t
    Blame
    Me.

  13. Monique

    The Broken Glass Slipper

    I never expected to meet a prince
    I just wanted to dress up,
    get out there and dance.

    After all of that work,
    I just had to get out.
    Without any expectations, I escaped.

    I found myself at the ball
    feeling like a weed amongst roses
    And yet the prince chose to dance with me.

    We had a very nice dance
    He was as charming as everyone said
    All past worries disappeared in a mere ten minutes.

    The dance itself must’ve been an enchantment
    because I left that ball and the glass slippper behind
    thinking that he would save me.

    And in a way, I guess he did.
    I mean, the glass slipper fit the day he found me
    But there wasn’t a happily ever after like I expected.

    We were both indecisive and foolish
    Not really knowing each other outside of the dance
    The prince’s charm was nice, but it wasn’t what I needed.

    In the end, I threw my glass slippers out
    Watching as they shattered as they hit the ground.
    I escaped the castle in search for something new.

    As I look back, I realized that the slipper never really fit me
    It slipped off too easily, disappearing like pumpkin carriage
    I was not meant to have the princess lifestyle forever.

    I didn’t get a “happily ever after,” but it doesn’t mean I’m not happy.
    I learned things from my experience that I never knew if I never tried
    This newfound knowledge is valuable. Isn’t it nice to know a lot?

  14. Monique

    The Broken Glass Slipper

    I never expected to meet a prince
    I just wanted to dress up,
    get out there and dance.

    After all of that work,
    I just had to get out.
    Without any expectations, I escaped.

    I found myself at the ball
    feeling like a weed amongst roses
    And yet the prince chose to dance with me.

    We had a very nice dance
    He was as charming as everyone said
    All past worries disappeared in a mere ten minutes.

    The dance itself must’ve been an enchantment
    because I left that ball and the glass slippper behind
    thinking that he would save me.

    And in a way, I guess he did.
    I mean, the glass slipper fit the day he found me
    But there wasn’t a happily ever after like I expected.

    We were both indecisive and foolish
    Not really knowing each other outside of the dance
    The prince’s charm was nice, but it wasn’t what I needed.

    In the end, I threw my glass slippers out
    Watching as they shattered as they hit the ground.
    I escaped the castle in search for something new.

    As I look back, I realized that the slipper never really fit me
    It slipped off too easily, disappearing like pumpkin carriage
    I was not meant to have the princess lifestyle forever.

    I didn’t get a “happily ever after,” but it doesn’t mean I’m not happy.
    I learned things from my experience that I never knew if I never tried
    This newfound knowledge is valuable. Isn’t it nice to know a lot?

  15. Yolee

    Wild Thing

    My feet immediately fell for the wiles
    of the 4 inch suede shoes on the white
    mannequin’s legs with ankle ties
    and tassel accents. Soft fringe bands
    the toe area. Those red lordys
    are quite the spectacle in my closet.

  16. Sharon

    FOOTPRINTS

    It is a bit of a pisser
    for my poor mister
    because I walk out of my shoes
    and leave them about
    like lazy louts.

    Put them away?
    Some other day.
    I might need them later.
    He lets them sit without a snit
    even though he’s mad enough to spit.

    My footwear tracks
    my days, that’s the facts,
    today sandals, tomorrow sneakers,
    at least he knows
    where his nutty wife goes.

  17. lionmother

    Red Espadrilles

    They were my favorite shoes
    the sides were formed with string
    wound around them
    with red cotton uppers that let
    your toes peek out from a hole
    platform shoes that felt as light
    as wearing no shoes and for me
    this was such a rare occurrence
    they hold a special place in my memory
    my red espadrilles worn without socks
    or stockings with bare legs
    newly shaven and nails freshly painted
    so the toes that peeked out sported
    reds or corals each time
    love is a small word for how I felt
    about those gorgeous, sexy shoes
    and I would have them today except
    for a puppy mishap when he decided
    these would make a great chew toy
    and gnawed off most of the string
    leaving the luscious red espadrilles
    as if a war had been fought on them

    such a predicament since my newfie, Flash,
    when I confronted him with the deed
    looked at me with puppy eyes
    and really, who could be angry
    with a sweet, black ball of fuzz
    who came at me and licked me
    every chance he could get
    and really wasn’t it my fault for leaving
    them out and not cherishing them
    as I should have done
    and I forgave him for the deed
    petting his head and scratching him
    under the chin — no reprimand from me
    though my heart was broken for I had lost
    my brilliant red espadrilles and besides
    when we moved I never did find the other one.
    Shoes are shoes, but a dog like Flash
    was a treasure and he lasted a lot longer
    than those espadrilles.
    copyright 2016 by Barbara Ehrentreu

  18. Pat Walsh

    Old Soft Shoe
    by Patrick J. Walsh

    it is just insanity
    she wheezed again
    as if making judgement
    of his very honor

    keeping old shoes
    like they were
    some sort of holy relic
    it’s just crazy

    you worry too much
    about my shoes
    he sighed in reply
    as though not caring

    with kindly thoughts
    of old footsteps
    he nudged old shoes
    beneath the bed

  19. stargypsy

    OBSESSION

    I have LOVED shoes
    my entire life
    I know my first
    word was not
    shoes … but it
    was one soon after

    My mother teased
    that my aunt ‘marked’
    me while she was
    pregnant because
    they always went
    shoe shopping

    My love-hate relationship
    with shoes began in my
    teens due to my small
    foot and limited choices

    Shoe heaven on earth
    happened when I found
    sample shoes that stores
    sold at that time were
    MY SIZE…

    I really have no favorite
    style or color

    But…

    Since retirement I
    have lived in flip-flops
    and Chucks of
    every color and style
    I still have way more
    shoes that I can count
    or even wear…
    yet I always am on
    the hunt for the
    next new thing for
    my feet …

    Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
    Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
    As Ever, Annie

  20. simplymarian

    Trudge Until I Dance

    Trudge means
    walk with a purpose
    So I trudge
    past the liquor store
    past the bar
    where old friends sit
    but never call
    not now, not even once.

    I trudge
    to this church basement
    or that one
    say that I’m one of them
    night after night
    circles or rows of
    others like me
    we drink bad coffee
    pray to a power
    I can’t yet imagine.

    I trudge
    I trudge and hope
    Hope there’s a purpose
    Hope there is power
    to turn my uphill
    trudge into dance.

  21. moxiemarie

    I put on my Keds and walk through the red front door
    I mean to let my feet lead where they will
    My destination is usually the corner store
    But today I’m going to hike along until
    My mind ceases it’s constant revolutions
    And I enter a state of peaceful meditation.

  22. kelly letky

    tangled up in blue

    the way it’s always been, you rolled in knots
    on the couch of digression and me
    caught in some web created
    by midnight

    we think
    this is not the way it’s all supposed to be
    but there are no rules

    you see

    empty

    and i mark increment
    knitting versions of safety net
    and woolen boot

    protection from frost and sudden
    burn but
    there’s always the forest

    ripped out and rooted
    redone and repaired
    ribald and raucous

    when the wind grows wings
    to beat hard against cages
    built to surround us

    or keep us

    or display
    the truth we see
    in windows

    late at night

    she threads
    a third
    needle

    .

  23. drwasy

    THE GROOMSMAN’S JOB

    The damn thing stuck, it always stuck:
    the glass slipper wedged past the four
    smaller toes but hung on the big one,
    the nail curled from fungus even
    the groomsman knew—from its stench
    and downright badassery—was
    doomed to fall off, so he removed
    the shoe, already stained with blood
    and hairs and skin from blisters broke
    from the feet of a thousand girls,
    their curses ringing through the land,
    and he moved on to the next lass.

  24. Domino

    Picnic

    Come with me today
    and have a picnic.
    No reason not to play!
    Lets have a picnic!

    Kick off your shoes,
    and drop your cares.
    Let’s never choose
    to put on airs.

    We spread the blanket
    and had a picnic.
    Iced Tea? We drank it
    all at our picnic.

    We laughed all day
    and carried on
    You cannot say
    we didn’t have fun
    at our very own
    outside on the lawn
    under the trees
    and in the sun
    play all day
    until day was done
    epic, awesome
    fun and fantiastical
    picnic.

  25. leatherdykeuk

    Victoria June 1998

    She’s had too much to drink
    and teeter-totters on expensive shoes
    trying to both stay upright on the rain-slick pavement
    and not twist her feet to risk snapping off
    a hundred quid’s worth of heel.
    A broken ankle is a secondary thought
    as she slips on a pancaked Bulmer’s tin
    in the driveway to a maisonette.
    She giggles and clutches my arm
    bitching about the so-called friends
    we left at the club and how Cassie’s boyfriend
    tried to grope her tits in the smoking shelter.
    Brutal honesty from the black-smeared lips
    of a girl normally so reserved
    so when I ask her if she loves me I get
    of course not, you narna.
    I laugh and turn it all into a huge joke
    but behind the mask of a smile
    my soul has been crushed
    like the tin can we saw on the road.

  26. pcm

    Shoelessness is next to godliness

    Holy ground is
    where you remove
    your sandals
    so your feet
    may touch the earth
    naked and unashamed

    like Moses who
    had to put off his sandals
    from his feet to stand
    upon holy ground
    by the burning bush

    your shameless feet
    may enter holy Hindu
    temples, Shinto shrines
    and Islamic mosques

    if you loose your shoes
    from your feet, you may
    enter sacred Buddhist temples,
    the Seven Eleven in Chiang Mai,
    Thailand, or my Great Aunt Sylvia’s
    house in Madison, Wisconsin

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