Best Soles Poems

The farm
     and the porch light hums 
the sound of another 
orange dawn.

Burnt up – crisp
     ...

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My shoes have traveled miles of roads
Their soles are worn quite thin
Struggling with this heavy load
I carry deep within
Beyond repair, no longer shine
Scuffed with many...

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The screen door droops lazily, slightly ajar
Crickets croon lullabies, heard from afar
Kid’s sticky faces, betray ice-cream bars
All on a summers eve

Legs peel off chairs, from...

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When we’re traveling life’s pebble-filled road
   Our soles touch down on many unturned stones
Gather them and we’d decrease others’ load
   To...

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The sun and moon conceived a star
shooting through time and space
 born within the ocean
delivered upon its waves

while Beethoven's sonatas softly played 
nightly gales whispered...

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Bracken breached hawthorn hedgerows
hide teeny folk with tiny toes.
Sheer gossamer wings; shy butterflies
Dew-drops lit by dawning skies.

Sandy hair, blue raven locks
Auburn streaks on chestnut stalks
Valley...

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Into slithered path of forest green

my imprints mark a search for peace,
as bushes hide like shades unseen

where vines’ fragrance holds its release.

Drained, I see life...

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Flowering night light 
voice of midnight chimes 

Opening a gateway 
into shadows dancing blindly
Candlelight of thoughts 
liquid silver shines a chalice 

Spilling blood from darkness...

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Is there a junkyard for old tiaras and outdated ball gowns?
Where does Beauty go when age has taken her crown? 
Removed atop her head and...

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Spindles crash and weave no more
Time it spins across the floor
Yarns mix up, colours bleed
I follow threads, they are the feed
Fingers feel, soles are placed...

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The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered...

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Walking is my most beloved way of waking, to stride out each dawn taking in nature’s sights and sounds. The path of stone awaits me...

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The Good Girl

Penny has always been a good girl, now she is a good wife. She lives in a good neighborhood, drives a nice car,...

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You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise...

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