Baring my sole

One of my fourth-graders mentioned that she heard something poetic: “I like feet, but I don’t like bare feet.” Somehow that just got me thinking. Don’t know why. Here’s the start of what I’ve got.

I don’t like bare feet
Gangly, callous-ridden
Sometimes hairy and more than
A little bit stinky.
When I ponder the
Beauty
Of the human form:
Eyes
Lips
Necks
Hands
When I consider
Splendor and perfection
Toes do not come to mind.
But I like feet.
Broad, sturdy
Firmly rooted, connecting us to earth
Bearing our souls
As they have throughout time
As they will throughout time
There is a poetry in prints:
The lines we tread forth and back
Sometimes rhyme, often repeat
Tracing our journey
Each day a new stanza

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One Response to “Baring my sole”

  1. Right Poem, Wrong Assignment | Soapbox: The Way I see Things Says:

    […] something small, taken for granted, or unappreciated. We started with a poem I wrote and shared about lowly feet. Then it was time for the kids and me to get […]

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