Morsing Poems | Examples

Shoes

Shoes
By Sy Roth

They could have been left in a heap
Soaring to the rafters
After the trains left the station
And after they had trod the blocks to their fate.

They could have been tossed with disdain
To rest among the childrens’ slippers
And the madams’ low heels
Or the men’s size ten, sturdy cordovan leathers.

Instead, they rested bedside
Uneven tread, nose worn thin from shuffling 
Back clawed, indented through forced entry
Laces a calamity weeping tied tightly.  

Instead, they messaged a life lived
Breathing sighs of relief at not having to resting upon a pile
Of Lost soles, morsing dit-dotting measures of despair
In their having trod away from the chimneys of conflagration.

And they watched them in morose silence
Beside the empty bed, for they would walk no more
Shod survivors of their time 
In well-worn ennui for having been here.