Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Dirty feet

My figure mimics a zebra without stripes 
A gardener without a tool 
A child mourning their parent 
A widow carrying an urn of ashes 
I threw the ashes & out came a spark
The final moments of our joy 
Then turned back into thin lines of dust 
Giving texture to the air 
Before I could prepare you were gone
I've no one to blame but the random name of a murderer 
To make my night terrors comfortable again 
All I need is my pillow
There's food in my stomach 
And a sad infomercial on television
To make it clear I have too much pride 
And most importantly
I had no shoes 
but I managed to get up off my knees 
And brush the dirt off my feet 
Hat on my head
I took time to relax 
But then I noticed that dirt spots 
Were still on my soles 

It reflected my heart.

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patty said...

Beautiful description of the death of a relationship and a sad heart.xo

tuberider said...

Hi Anthony, I liked the way the poem built up to its conclusion & thought the lines from "And most importantly..." were especially well written. I really enjoy poems that have a little whip in the end like this.

Glynn said...

It's about a profound loss, so profound that it's almost unspeakable except in a poem. Nice one.

Claudia said...

i like the creative descriptions you use...a zebra without stripes ..
and the ending is very strong..glad you linked up with one shot!

KB said...

This is a powerful piece. We try so hard to pick ourselves up after we lose someone but we still carry the grief with us.

Desert Rose said...

sad,powerful and poignant! i join Claudia, the zebra image served your theme very well..creative one shot :)

moondustwriter said...

An interesting reflection. Love the way you pull the dirt throughout your piece
carrying is the correct spelling btw

thanks for the One Shot - glad to meet you


Anthony Desmond said...

Thanks Moondustwriter for pointing out the typo!

dustus said...

Like how the poem breaks down to what is most important to the speaker, both in terms of necessities and resolve. Welcome to One Shot!

Myrna R. said...

Hi Anthony,
I really enjoyed your poem. You use words so well.

Nice one shot.

Anonymous said...

beofer I could prepare you were gone - makes it worse when we're unprepared for loss. nice ending!

Hope said...

I like the line 'Hat on my head' shows a readiness to handle life and society again but still the pain lingers and the quiet reminders of a significant loss.

So deep and heartfelt. your way with words hits hard in the gut.
enjoyed your poem very much
thank you
and thank you for stopping by my spot today. I am lucky to have you as a follower

take care

PattiKen said...

Powerful and very sad. Recovering from a loss is so hard. just when you think it's past, you see the spots of dirt, still clinging there as a reminder.

Shashi said...

Good to see you here, Anthony and I again enjoyed your post.. I like it very much...

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Anonymous said...

Powerful similes here, a strong and somewhat haunting piece. Thank you for sharing ;)

Gabriela Abalo said...


great one shot :)

Pete Marshall said...

wow.....i was pulled from the start...the picture gave it more credence...i kind of thought of my own situation with unemployment and it seemed to echo it...thanks for sharing pete

Eric Alder said...

This can be taken on many levels. Nice One Shot, Anthony!

Brian Miller said...

heavy hearted...i feel those spots...nice iamgery...a painful parting....

Anonymous said...

simple enough for the lightest of minds, yet carrying* (smile) enough depth to drown in. very nice write...right? write!

Anonymous said...

(awesome opening page pic btw)

Steve said...

Solid use of imagery/language.

Reflections said...

Sad, epic, powerful... love the imagery.

River said...

I feel the loss and stains upon the heart. Great imagery! I agree with Claudia on the zebra stripes.

Jingle Poetry said...

sad yet powerful..
brilliantly put.

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Anonymous said...

This is a fine poem that certainly captures the raw feelings of a dead relationship. Vivid!

Well done!

Jamie Dedes