On hard ground falls virgin rain
Clinging muck holding fast
surges over shoe top as its drain
stain of the past
Muddy shoes dirt on clean floor
pieces of yesterday's work soil the polish
Swept trail of broken clay impossible to ignore
What entered lining of sole one can not abolish
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- Published: January 17th, 2025 04:10
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Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi
Such powerful metaphor, some things can absolutely be cleaned away others not. Marvelous lines my dear sorrenbarret πΉ
Thanks Teddy for the read and interpretation indeed it is so. Your words friend are most valued
What is done is done but not necessarily dead, done and dusted .. it seems that one mans eyesore might easily be another mans beauty spot .. perhaps .. π€
Indeed tis so. Thanks so much Neville for the read and interpretive comment it is always most appreciated
Our living and of those around us does scuff and soil the veneer of our awareness and even our hopes and dreams, perhaps somewhere between these is reality. Just a stab after a long day at workβ¦ muddied boots and allβ¦ quite literally for me. ππ»πππ»
And a very good stab indeed. It may be a mortal wound my friend. I so appreciate your reads and kind insightful words.
Cheers Soren ππ»πππ»
A wonderful metaphor and a powerful write, Soren. Indeed, we can't walk through life without tracking around some mud. The mud is not fun to acknowledge, but it is there and can't be ignored, either. Well, it can be ignored by some, but it won't be by all. So, there's that. What an excellent poem, my friend. I thoroughly enjoyed this and, whether or not my interpretation lines up with your intent, this was a very thought-provoking piece, as always. Well done! ππΉ
This seems as though you had picked my mind. Yes indeed so true every word and though we may be able to sweep away the dirt outside us that inside remains a stain
A strong metaphor here in muddy shoes. It is impossible to go through life without wading through mud at times. The art is to not let it stick. A thoughtful write sorenbarrett. We all have our own ways of solving a mudslide. Enjoyed the read.
Thanks so much Cassie for the read and understanding in means alot
This got me thinking.Well done.The trouble we cause can leave an imprint for ever.Excellent
Thank you David for the interpretation that is pretty much what I had in mind. Some dirt can be cleaned but the dirt inside remains
Superb work.
Thanks so much Thomas it is appreciated
Well done. Nice writeβ¦
John
Thanks so much John I appreciate the read and comment
while one can clean mud off a tile floor, it stains the carpet so easily
Thanks Ninja yes it does as does it the shoes.
π π Clapping!
Wonderfully penned,
short and succinct, and
thought provoking and true! π€
Great use of metaphor
much enjoyed thank you!!π
Best regards βοΈ Thad
Thanks so much Thad it is appreciated
Fine words soren covering the times before into new times.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy for your read and comment they are valued
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