You danced on my feet Your arms reaching my waist Your blonde hair covering your eyes A cockatiel on my shoulder. The music, I sang And we waltzed around the room With and audience of stuffed animals And barking dogs.
To be fleet of foot, told to stay in one place, these are the days of our lives~~ Virtual running will have to do~~ My mind is so breathless, it flies~~
My Feet are sea slugs, pink cuttlefish jetting across the floor. Pink-tipped toes top each tentacle, half-moon nails. One toe stands stout and round, the other, scrawny, curls like the pale, segmented larva in a Jumping Bean. Two toes on my right foot, caught once on a drawer, arch up at an awkward angle, their backs angry red, like a spider’s fangs, just before it bites the fly tangled in its web.
Broken, blistered, mallet, bruised
ReplyDeleteBlack or missing nails
Every mile run,
Even in the perfect shoes,
Leaves a reminder, but I never mind.
Reminds me of my marathon days. Nice!
DeleteFeet
ReplyDeleteYou danced on my feet
Your arms reaching my waist
Your blonde hair covering your eyes
A cockatiel on my shoulder.
The music, I sang
And we waltzed around the room
With and audience of stuffed animals
And barking dogs.
Rick Stepp-Bolling
To be fleet of foot,
ReplyDeletetold to stay in one place,
these are the days of our lives~~
Virtual running will have to do~~
My mind is so breathless, it flies~~
being old
ReplyDeletefeet are never bare
but when I shower
I am training for my 2nd now because what else is there to do?
ReplyDeleteMy Feet
ReplyDeleteare sea slugs, pink cuttlefish jetting
across the floor. Pink-tipped toes
top each tentacle, half-moon nails.
One toe stands stout and round,
the other, scrawny, curls like the pale,
segmented larva in a Jumping Bean.
Two toes on my right foot, caught
once on a drawer, arch up at an
awkward angle, their backs angry
red, like a spider’s fangs, just before
it bites the fly tangled in its web.