Tag Archives: shoes

Cinderella Smells a Rat

Posted on April 3, 2022 by whimsygizmo

So, the clock strikes midnight and that’s the end of it? The mice turn back,a lost shoe? (The damned things were killing her feet, anyway.) Listen, Pumpkin:after all that, if he only recognizes you by size (aching feet or otherwise), maybe it’s time to for you to steal a real horse and shoo,before … Continue reading →

Posted in April PAD 2022 | Tagged bibbidi bobbidi boo, Cinderella, fractured fairy tales, mice, shoes, smell poems, wayward princesses, Wilding Wood | Leave a comment

Leaving Their Shoes Behind

Posted on April 30, 2021 by whimsygizmo

There’s a pile of pumps at the peaceful passage leading to Wildling Wood. They’ve kicked (off) up their heels and wielded their swords and let all that hair (golden and otherwise)down and traded their pointy crowns for flowers. Now, they spend hours bare-foot loose and fancy -free, having also … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged April PAD 2021, fixing the endings, fractured fairy tales, glass slippers, shoe poems, shoes, wayward princesses, wildlings | 4 Comments

The Princesses UnQuit

Posted on April 28, 2021 by whimsygizmo

:: But only for an afternoon, so they can try on pretty shoes. ::

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She’ll need more than galoshes for this bright rain.

Posted on August 29, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. She’s walked a few in blue suede, slipped ruby, glass. Laced up before the dawn in pursuit of early grace. Donned lace and leather, canvas; retraced her own ………steps (backward) ……….barefoot …….in sand. She’s landed sharp, and soft, and … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged dVerse, galoshes, glass shoes, glass slippers, hard rain, Poetics, ruby slippers, shoes, these boots are made for, unfamiliar shoes, walk a mile | 15 Comments

run that damn three

Posted on August 3, 2017 by whimsygizmo

with no trace of glee and with a bummed knee and through bee-buzzy trees. run it ………..{those three damn miles} in the muggy sticky style of pseudo-monsoon southern Nevada, of wide open skies but all-desert ground. run up. run down … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged fiery lungs, grace, pavement, run one, run three, run two, running commentary, running home, running late, running one mile every day if it kills me, shoes, smoke, up before the sun (barely) | 2 Comments

breathing out loud

Posted on June 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

and a pink neon cloud (is she on the ………………{run} too?) doesn’t seem to know what to do besides hang out, plugged in to a rising sun. And the breath comes hard but it comes and the day’s already too … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged breath, breathing poems, clouds, neon sky, run, run one, run two, running, running one mile every day if it kills me, running poems, shoes, sunrise, up before the sun | 5 Comments

Pickup, Aisle 2

Posted on April 27, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… She was really only there for peaches. But still, she fell – melon ……..over …Man ………..-olos. .. prompted by toads. Also a fun older shoe poem here.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Garden with Toads, grocery store poems, head over heels, love in the produce aisle, Manolos, shoes, Toads | 8 Comments

Showing Up on the First Day in Two Different Shoes

Posted on April 29, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. The automatic coffee maker does its job that morning. The alarm clock, notsomuch. Now in a rush, I carefully choose clothes that say I am a responsible adult, a dependable, reliable soul who will certainly be a major asset … Continue reading →

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Spilled, Shod

Posted on April 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

This poem needs tiny shoes for each and every one of her iambic feet. She’s ’bout to hit the street and break dance her way across the c o n c r e t e and play in the sprinklers. … Continue reading →