Tread Softly

 

Wash out your mouth
and give me your shoes,

you say,
and I do
but you choose
to leave them laced
placed on a shelf;
walk no miles
accept no smiles
draw these tracks in
permanent marker
across our backs.

And I
who have
forever tried to fill
your empty spaces,
and long
stepped down
from high places
of any kind,
sit, still and
mourn all four
of our tired feet.

 

 

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4 Responses to Tread Softly

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    This week, Poetic Bloomings bids us to start with the last line from one of our own poems, as the jumping off line for a new poem. This one became a response to my original poem, found here: https://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2012/01/30/soapbox/

    See the full prompt here:
    http://poeticbloomings.com/2012/04/22/from-every-ending-comes-a-beginning-prompt-52/

  2. Shawna says:

    “Wash out your mouth and give me your shoes” … This is all I’ve read so far, and I like where this is going. Sounds like someone’s getting punished.

  3. Shawna says:

    “draw these tracks in permanent marker across our backs”
    “forever tried to fill your empty spaces”
    “mourn all four of our tired feet”

    Man, you rocked this. Where do you come up with this stuff?! These lines are powerful, visual masterpieces.

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