Those Shoes


Those Shoes

The first step propelled me
into an assemblage
of misty columns,
terrifying bone-white vapors,
and sadistically whining
two-faced tears.

The next step was a leap
into an arid sandy valley
where the brutish winds
set spiders twitching
and rattlers hiding
beneath the moldy thistle.

I stepped into an ocean
commanded by microseismic eruptions
and prosaic waves converted
into hyperactive disruptive
mudslides of the continental shelves.

In vain, I did attempt to step
back into civilization
whence overwhelming fright
nullified my ability
to untie the laces
and remove those shoes.

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A quicky Sunday morning write up (again, instead of writing my screenplay) for


dversepoets “Poetics – On your feet.”

Brian Miller challenged the poets to write a poem with shoes as the inspiration.

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Written for:

The Gooseberry Garden
Poetry Picnic Week 29: Art, Music, and Poetry By Kavita and Olivia

Where did I get the images? I’ll admit. Yesterday, along with the local ARES (Amateur Radio Emergency Service) I was present for a briefing by a NOAA scientist He was trying to recruit volunteer weather watchers.  Did I sign up to volunteer as a storm watcher? Those of you who know me, can guess, with confidence.

Oh, yeah…if you couldn’t guess, this is a metaphor for taking control of your own life, psychological state of being, and all that mental health theory.

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About zongrik

For those of you who do not know the handle "zongrik," that would be Bat-Ami Gordin. Most people call me "Tammy." Bat-Ami means "daughter of my nation" in Hebrew. It's a heavy name to carry around. I answer to either name. I also answer to "mama." Some Basic Things about me: Animal lover, mom, poet/writer, dramatic soprano, photographer, teacher/tutor, CERT/Technician and, oh yeah, aerospace engineer. I consider myself "The Astro-Poet." To learn more about the origins of the word "zongrik" see whats-a-zongrik?

Posted on July 24, 2011, in D’verse Poets Pub, Poetry, The Gooseberry Garden and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.

  1. Very imaginative! Great imagry..and that twist at the end was a delightful surprise if I’m correct…afraid of civilization? Or was it the preceding experience? Could be taken both ways. Command of language is impressive. Good job!

  2. This is highly imaginative..interesting imagry, and I particularly liked the ending which, to me, can be taken two ways…afraid of what you experienced, or afraid of returning to civilization…Good job!

  3. Very imaginative scenario here, with good control of language and interesting imagry. I liked the ending, in particular. Good job!

  4. Very imaginative! Good control of language and interesting imagry. I liked the ending too. Good job!

  5. The last stanza is a metaphor: escape yet when returning to reality we are hogtied. The regime we exist under does that to people. Have you tried http://s4.zetaboards.com/Firebrand/index OR http://www.madswirl.com ? I write under dellmyth on those sites and lickspit on twitter. And ttruk on WordPress and http://www.flickr.com/photos/dellmyth

  6. bet those would not be easy to walk in…love that last stanza and the depth hidden within…so true…

  7. I need some of those shoes to scape the horrible civilization we live in! I need them ASAP!

  8. Good stuff. Truly inspiring.

  9. great! i need a pair of those,to escape…

  10. I was very pleased to find this web-site.I wanted to thanks for your time for this wonderful read!! I definitely enjoying every little bit of it and I have you bookmarked to check out new stuff you blog post.

  11. This is the right blog for anyone who wants to find out about this topic. You realize so much its almost hard to argue with you (not that I actually would want…HaHa). You definitely put a new spin on a topic thats been written about for years. Great stuff, just great!

  12. I love it! The picture of the shoes sets the imagination to bounding, then your words paint a picture of you flying throught the air–arms flailing–landing in far off places. Nice one!

    My entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/blood-on-the-moon-2/

  13. Love your shoes and we should all have some lying around so we can escape here and there and then come back to where we belong again

    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/04/haggle-baggily/

  14. Wow, take a walk in my shoes, huh? Great poem. Blessings, Terri

  15. My son has wanted shoess like that his whole life!

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