Your shoes will make you happy today.
………………….(seen in a fortune cookie)
..
She didn’t believe it, really.
Didn’t think a little slip
of paper
(in bed)
(from the grave)
……..(whatever)
tucked safe
in crunchy cookie
skin, could tell the truth,
could save
her, help her
find
her
self.
Until she tum
-bled, mind
………over
…………….man
……-olos.
..
Written for Toni’s awesome prompt over at dVerse. Click over for some great info about Chinese New Year, and some poem-inspiring fortunes.
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Love your title and closing choice of image in shoe……the way the poem tumbles down…befitting of the topic/tone. Well played de! 🙂
Ha ha, I had to check out the meaning of Manolo. And after I did so, I smile! Anyone with those shoes would definitely have reason to smile as well. (Ha!)
Oh De, I don’t think anyone could resist a pair of manolos ❤
Beautifully executed 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
I definitely can. 😉 I’m a flip-flop girl, myself.
It’s really just a fancy, hyphenatable way of saying ‘head over heels.’ 😉
It’s interesting how we get little signs, even in a fortune cookie. I also had to google man-olos. Fun poem.
I only know the word (brand) because I watched some Sex in the City, once upon a time. 😉
I’m a fan of Sex in the City also. The main character really loved her expensive shoes. Ha ha!
De, what a twist in the title and ending ~ Love those shoes but sigh, they are so expensively divine 🙂
Oh so good, De! I’m smiling at all the clever word play! I’ve heard of Manolos, but my feet are always in flip flops, too! 🙂
Fun, fun, fun. I love reading your poetry, so full of surprises.I’m pathetic–gotta look up Manolos. So not into pop culture.
Oh, yikes. Those are not shoes for this poor old lady. I’d probably fall flat on my face. But they are cute, sexy. Don’t you wonder how the cocktail waitresses in the casinos spend their whole shifts in those kind of shoes. Give me my Sauconny’s!
Gimme my flip-flops. I got married barefoot. 😉 If I have to wear real shoes for very long, I get super grumpy.
oh you clever girl
Love your title! And then those closing lines…ha, what fun!
Very clever…nicely done.
Great mirroring of form and content – oh, those Manolos, no, I don’t think I could walk in them either!
Love it!
Interesting twist on the theme. Very fun ending.
Life can turn out to be full of surprises. It is a matter of desiring or of wanting something. Even if not verbalized it can still turn out to be true as the desire is registered in the subconscious.
Hank
Had to look up Manolo shoes….quite the high heels! No wonder she stumbled head over heels for her man in these 🙂 Loved the placement of words to see the tumbling! 🙂 Well done!
I was late to post here — gale force winds in Bermuda played havoc with our internet. Beautiful again now.
Wonderful levity here, fun read for sure. Your boldness with word & line & stanza placement has always inspired me (used to love the way Brian & Claudia would let us chase the words), & it has seriously emancipated my writing style; every poem now kind of shapes itself into abstract shapes as I type it; thanks.
Loved it!
Ha! Love the playfulness of this well-written piece:)
This is fun and light. Wonderful reading!
Oh I love what you did here… slipping on those shoes… maybe high heels are worth it for some… Barefoot sounds happier to me actually…
“could save
her, help her” … “could save her helper” might also be in there; I also see “help her find her could” and “help her find her could-skin”
I love what you did with “Confucius Says.” Very clever title and poem.
Also, because of your alignment in the quote, you squeezed out the word “swill” as well.
This also has me thinking about Tuck Everlasting.
“Until she tum
-bled, mind” … This is when her brain oozes out of her belly button. 😛
“mind-dover” (and maybe “mind-diver”) is also in there
I’m the only one who could possibly notice this because I read backwards, but you hid this in the ending: “mind over solo.” Does that mean she’s “over” being alone?
“This is when her brain oozes out of her belly button.”
You.Complete.Me.
SMiLes..
every forTune
cookie works
for me.. as
i don’t
read
’em
i dance
’em..:)
My feet were not made for those beautiful shoes, but we can always dream!