Not Bootless

 Not Bootless

She wished the time lost
but it kept finding her
as if she were time’s shoe
and you,
time’s body,
and she so longed
for your proximity
that she let time walk her
day in, nights out
even when you
were no longer about,
as if you still might heal her
from afar.

So, paced
by your re-membered
face,
trod
by the weight of waiting, time’s toe tapping
her spine, she who shod time
prayed for it to be waylaid,
as if a foot and not a shoe
might be mislaid,
as if a shoe might just walk away
on its own two feet,
as if its sole might meet,
on some lamp- or moon-lit street, not its shadow, but
its shine.

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Drafty sort of poem for a wonderful prompt on With Real Toads to riff off of poems written by students from Ladysmith High School in Ladysmith, South Africa, for a project of 300 poems in 30 days.  (The students blog is called somewhere I have never traveled.)   Mine was inspired by a poem by Verusha Pillay, Grade 10 (a micro poem called “Time Stops”–in which she used the line “He stood wanting the time lost.”

The drawing is mine.  All rights reserved (and, of course, to poem.)

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18 Comments on “Not Bootless”

  1. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    This gave me goose flesh, Karin. Who among us has not wished that time would get lost and leave us in the present moment?
    I will reread your poem later so I can fully appreciate the wonderful pace and phrasing. Thank you for participating.

  2. Susan Says:

    Soul and sole, heal and heel–punny and tap-dancing desire to be near. I can hear the tick tock and tension of time passing.

  3. coalblack Says:

    You show a very deft touch on those last several lines.

  4. hedgewitch Says:

    This has a real stream of consciousness feel to it to me, k. I love the drawing of the shoe with the tongue as clock–it sets the metaphor in that first line to ticking, and the whimsy is just another shade of Nike to adorn us on the way to the end of the race, where all the body parts of memory and wish come together.

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Ha–yes–I was rather tired–thanks for liking the drawing–I was going to recycle something and then just thought–oh, just do something new that actually fits! k.

      On Fri, Sep 25, 2015 at 9:24 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:

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  5. as if she were time’s shoe
    and you,
    time’s body………. you fleshed this out wonderfully. So impressive.

  6. whimsygizmo Says:

    I particularly love that “re-membered face.” I longs to belong, once again.


  7. I love how you use the time’s shoe walking.. why we spend the time waiting for that moment when we want it instantly to stop… I feel I need a time¨s stopwatch.

  8. Rommy Says:

    There is a beautiful rhythm in this that feels wonderful with the idea walking and time in this poem.

  9. Glenn Buttkus Says:

    A beauteous metaphor, with a killer closing; lots of double meanings & fresh imagery; really enjoyed the trodding of time, the healing of soles.

  10. margaret Says:

    Lots of cool phrases in this poem “she let time walk her
    day in, nights out” and the idea she “shod time”.


  11. Marvellous ideas here about time and how we relate to it. Thanks, I really enjoyed the poem.

    Greetings from London.

  12. X Says:

    We are so driven by time. Time is never enough, and what we have we fill. Its an interesting turn to be its shoe and it filling us, but even then we can not control it, though we have it surrounded. If only we could walk off without it.

  13. Sherry Marr Says:

    I love your riff on the poem, love “as if she were time’s shoe” and, especially, “not its shadow, but its shine.” Wonderful!

  14. M Says:

    I also read this line: as if you still might heal her
    as “you still might heel her”
    🙂

    ~


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