OLD BOOTS TRUDGE

POeM

                  These old boots,

                they clumsily trudge, 

            beholding a rancid grudge,

        mud ridden, crushed, trodden,

     damp wilted, fauna, curling, rotten,

  rugged ailing leaves, dying, forgotten,

  dry grey foliage, fading forlorn, sodden,

  destroyed laboriously, by heavy pouring,

    how wistful are these weeds of deviant

     wiry creeds, crammed with solemn

          jests of dire unease, intent only

            to torment,  to tease, then

                 utterly to displease,

                   odius, stubborn.

         

           

Author's Note

reviews would be welcome

Reviews

[Jack...]

Very cool format and the description of the old boots is spot on. If I may make one suggestion, and believe me I usually do not do this, but if you spaced twice at the bottom of your poem, then added a six line closing verse as wide as the widest part of your poem and as sqaure as you can get it, (like a heel print) then the visual aspect of your poem would really resemble a boot print. Just my thoughts, not to take away from your brilliant poem my friend.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I kind of thought that the shape resembled a leaf with the two ends cut off, so I decided to keep this shape, as I liked it. I also however really appreciate your suggestion and your advice, I do really like your idea as well, so nice to hear from you Jack, thank you again.

[Hotwater]

Sounds like a part of my garden!... clever footprint or is it topiary? lol... anyway, it's good entertainment.

*bird*

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Glad that this one has entertainment value, thank you, lovely to hear from you again Hotwater :)

[Dean]

So great to be in touch with a poet who places content as the first concern in writing! May it be a continued association.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you very much indeed Dean, for your kind words.

[Strider Marcus Jones]

Excellent rhythm, language and structure. I like the boots metaphor for life and descriptive power. 100/100

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you for stopping by and reviewing Strider, much appreciated!

[Mark]

very lyrical. I can see these boots in my head. :)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thanks Mark, I wouldn't put my boots near you head, honest! See you soon.

[Tai Ryens]

"You can't judge someone until you walk a mile in their shoes," the quote caught up upon finishing this poem. Indeed boots get uncomfortable, and we do have to endure them as they wear out with time... I do say that it's a good metaphor for life. I liked this.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thanks for summing this one up so aptly and for this great review Tai.

[Pax]

I feel like this boots have gone a long way in experienced... :)
you always put a smile everytime i read your verses, it's so descriptive as always...
this is really your style i am always familiar with..
nicely penned my friend!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Your words are much appreciated, dear Pax, thanks for this great review!

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

I enjoyed the plenty of descriptions of the old boots.
Boots are designed to be able to walk to an inconvenient path like a muddy one...and you have a splendid metaphor here, Sheema.

Good job!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Your review is so dedicated and your words are so encouraging, I feel humbled and most appreciative, dear Dhaye.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

You're welcome. :)

[Sami Khalil]

One of the most extensive descriptions of boots I have ever read. You amaze me where you come up with all of that...Bravo...:)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hi Sami, thanks so very much for such praise, I feel most encouraged, as I'm quite out of practice :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Akashi]

Perfect description, flawless....

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you so very much Akashi.

[Akashi]

You are welcome.