“my right shoe”

Posted on December 2, 2020 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  The Twiglets #205 - "my right shoe"


My right shoe
would be
a red leather 
high heel
in another age.


Each pair of shoes
I own, has a stretched-
out right shoe.


one new right shoe
near a tree-lined playground
found late morning, alone


          A right shoe was found by a gumshoe,
          a glittering high heel of light blue
                but where was the left
                 the right was bereft
         Thought the gumshoe, it must be a wrong shoe.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to “my right shoe”

  1. poetrybydebi says:
    December 2, 2020 at 11:42 am

    Love all of these.. You know I always wonder when I see a lone shoe (or sock) abandoned somewhere. It seems so odd.

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  2. Jules says:
    December 3, 2020 at 2:34 pm

    Each little verse its own story. the limerick reminds me of some of the CSI shows I’ve watched.

    I think everyone has a one foot just tad bigger than the other. I can never seem to find the right fit – But living in an area where going bare-footed isn’t really an option… one must make some compromises. 😀

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