Sole's

 

Souls

Rummaging through all of her things,

overwhelming ‘til my heart stings.

Finding her favorite pair of shoes

None other would she ever use.

 

The leather worn to a soft suede,

The color, like her life did fade.

The sole worn, the heal replaced,

each adventure, together  faced.

 

My finger runs against the stain

of blood when she fell in such pain.

the stain blended with the brown hue,

edges lightened by morning dew.

 

Worn to every doctor visit,

until her feet too swollen to fit.

The buckles had scratches across,

from sitting crisscross-applesauce.

 

Toes worn bare, from climbing the trees

and playing in the dirt on knees.

I cry when I see the size three,

size four, she never got to be.

 

My hands caress the soft leather,

soon again, they’ll be together.

Lacing together through earths holes,

all that will remain is both souls.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

O_O I had to read this over a few times since my brain is about dead. First of all it is so...enchanting I guess is the word I am searching for, but there is more here. I found many lines to be so marvelously spun and I had to stop to ponder them for a while. It flows so well too. And you really deserve a better review than this, but forgive me. ^^* I am having a senile moment. All in all I loved this.

[DreyaArt]

That is so sad! I feel like cryin now!

[S]

I read it again and again, and this piece ceases to lose it charm...:)

[MandaBear]

OMG! Beautiful

[Rusty]

Oh my...

[Manpreet]

Beutiful poem amazingly penned!

[the_stoic]

what a befitting end to an exceptional write .. Intense emotions always heighten our senses and that's when something which won't even catch the attention for most, leaves so many our expressions expressed .. bravo !

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Lovely images...beautiful memories....

[WILDERNESS]

fantastic poetry....................the lyrics the message, heart rending .

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

been told at school on this poem to either loose the end ryhme of get some meter. I just can't seem to get down the whole meter thing! Tate did his best to help and David too....oh well.

[Mark]

The flow is wonderful, the rhyme not forced, and the subject so poignant. I felt the loss, the fond memories, the sadness. Good work here.