Thursday, 29 September 2016

Shoes And Soul

Shoes on the rack
I wish to make amends
By changing size
She holds me back 
With whip in hand
Poised to strike
The lashings whine
I try in vain
To stifle the cries

Shoes on the rack
Tell me why
I can't tread beyond
The limits drawn
By that number on the sole
Are  my feet to be defined?




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28 comments:

  1. Susan29 September 2016 at 04:51

    Why, yes!! Even if it hurts! But it hurts both ways, doesn't it? Sometimes we want the shoes to streetch, sometimes we cut off parts of ourself to fit the glass slipper.

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  2. Sumana Roy29 September 2016 at 05:06

    aha...that's how we are tied to our object of love...nice, nice :)

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  3. Jae Rose29 September 2016 at 11:53

    I hope we are always more than a number and can define ourselves by our journey - not the shoes we wore - a sole/soulful poem ;)

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky29 September 2016 at 18:59

    My feet seem to be growing fatter as I age, LOL. An interesting response to the prompt.

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  5. Amit Agarwal29 September 2016 at 23:14

    I read it like, 'The limits drawn
    By that number on the soul..'
    Absolutely stunning!

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    1. vanderloost30 September 2016 at 22:40

      Your interpretation is equally thought provoking.

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  6. Sanaa Rizvi30 September 2016 at 11:04

    Beautifully done :)

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  7. Mary30 September 2016 at 19:23

    This is very thought-provoking. We all have our way of finding limits.

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  8. vanderloost30 September 2016 at 22:39

    And we are shackled to our limits.

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  9. Unknown4 October 2016 at 04:00

    Intriguing, Beautifully penned nonetheless.

    xoxo Chaicy - styleapastiche. com

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  10. Intelliblog5 October 2016 at 07:07

    Hmmm, whenever we wish to feel really free and liberated from that "number of the sole" we kick off our shoes and walk blissfully barefoot...
    But there may be thorns in the grass!

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    1. vanderloost5 October 2016 at 09:57

      True. Now it's for us to decide whether to enjoy the prick of the thorn or encase our feet in comfy shoes as per the number on the sole.

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  11. kaykuala5 October 2016 at 10:04

    By that number on the sole
    Are my feet to be defined?

    Yes, why should the size be limiting the choices. One would want a comfortable feeling of perhaps a bigger size as wearing an over-sized shirt. But shoes don't allow this freedom. Very true Vander!

    Hank

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    1. vanderloost5 October 2016 at 22:27

      True Hank. You've hit the nail right at the centre...

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  12. Purba17 October 2016 at 23:49

    But you can always stretch your limits by buying more :p

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  13. vanderloost17 October 2016 at 23:52

    :)

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  14. Amrit Sinha28 January 2017 at 08:29

    This is a fresh perspective that you have presented of being bonded by our limits. Loved it :-)

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  15. Unknown9 February 2017 at 20:47

    Nice poetry. Thank God for our limits. Then we know when we are trying to get beyond them.

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  16. Unknown9 February 2017 at 20:48

    Thank God for our limits. Then only we know when we are scaling them

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  17. Dr. Vandana Sharma9 October 2017 at 00:06

    May be some day we may break the rules.

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  18. Namratha9 October 2017 at 03:27

    Thought provoking poem. Shoe sizes are like our hard limits which cannot be changed

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  19. brudberg9 October 2017 at 03:44

    Walking barefoot may be a way...

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