Iolanda Scripca Poet Free verse

March of the Barefooted

When Suns are young and we are born
Not needing shoes to kick the womb
A maze of mirrors, gates to the unknown
Erects us tall blinding hearts with hopes...

And we pretend we know the way
Although  there are so many lefts
The rights are few, we change our shoes
The thickness of the Soul.?..depending on the distance...

"I close my eyes, my boots are tearing flesh alive
I have to walk and cry for miles and miles
There is no turning back, the lefts are few
Straight forward? Bullets... Upward? An eagle and the sky...

I fight a desert that's not mine to quench the thirst in few"
A maze of foggy mirrors shatters rhythmically in  echoes...
And sons were young when blinded by uniforms and pride
Their stolen boots walk now eternally......for miles and miles....

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Fisayo Aderounmu July 8, 2012 at 4:44 AM Iolanda, when we have to walk and cry miles and miles barefooted with no one to smile at us.... Even 'baldheaded'. Good job. Cheers.

Joann Grisetti June 23, 2012 at 5:31 PM A marvellous poem for Mothers and sons.

Richard Palmer June 16, 2012 at 11:37 PM great write,loved it Iolanda

John Loving Iii June 3, 2012 at 8:00 PM now this IS poetry!!! i loved it "i walk and cry for miles and miles" that was my fav line but i got the point. and the hint of gender difference between soldier and mother; the one who gives and the other that was taken from. one who gambles and the other that would never gamble for fear of losing. bravo! bravo! Iolanda Scripca August 5, 2012 at 10:21 PM Thank you, John!!! Iolanda Scripca June 8, 2012 at 3:47 AM Thank you, John, for your analysis of my poem. Just right...

Richard Palmer May 22, 2012 at 6:19 PM great,soooo nice

Phyllis Babcock May 12, 2012 at 9:14 PM The road is never smooth in life and the shoes must walk on some hard pebbles. Have a nice Mother's Day.

Michael Smith May 10, 2012 at 12:48 AM Oh, the burdens in this life like a pebble in our shoe. I enjoyed each verse attuned to the human condition.

Poet Destroyer A March 18, 2012 at 9:01 PM Iolanda, this sounds like a tough and never ending walk for some.. your last 4 lines,, are what makes your poem,, the most intriguing..... have yourself a good night~ always*PD

Anne-Lise Andresen March 8, 2012 at 2:12 AM Deep and well done poem "March of the barefooted", mile after mile barefooted. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Andrea Dietrich March 5, 2012 at 11:12 PM the title of this alone makes me feel it's a profound poem, Iolanda. "I have to walk and cry for miles and miles" it makes me think of those who are forced to do unspeakable and painful things in their young lives. Hope I got that right. Luv, Andrea Iolanda Scripca June 8, 2012 at 3:48 AM Yes, Andie, this is one of the interpretations. Thanks, friend!

James Marshall Goff March 2, 2012 at 3:45 PM am having these feelings now....some issues....Iolanda....really great poem! jimbo Iolanda Scripca June 8, 2012 at 3:49 AM Thanks, Jimbo! :0)