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Downtrodden Day
(Winner of "Show Your Sole" competition)
Cracks in the pavement,
Black spots of old gum.
Red bricks of a drive way,
Mud in the corner of the lawn.
Front door step,
A pause by peeling paint.
A clack and a shuffle.
Back down to the pavement.
Along some low shrubs
Crazing paving, dark in the rain.
Passing an empty flower bed.
Who left a skipping rope here?
Another clack.
A thump of a big envelope
Landing inches away,
On the other side of the door.
Strides become yards,
Yards become miles.
Still the endless pounding
As the hours stomp by.
In my wake I sense
The mutters and groans.
More bills, less love letters,
A postman’s sole beyond repair.
Published 25th Sep 2012
| Edited 29th Sep 2012
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25th Sep 2012 8:03pm
25th Sep 2012 9:30pm
25th Sep 2012 8:03pm
A postman's sole indeed, many worn out shoes I imagine.
Great piece Atakti, good luck with the comp. :)
Great piece Atakti, good luck with the comp. :)
25th Sep 2012 9:30pm
14th Oct 2012 3:41pm
I love this as I work at the US Postal service!!Would it be alright with you if I hung a copy of this in our swing room on the board? I know my fellow carriers would love this.
An overall great poem:
Strides become yards,
Yards become miles.
Still the endless pounding
As the hours stomp by
Oh how I relate to this line!!!
An overall great poem:
Strides become yards,
Yards become miles.
Still the endless pounding
As the hours stomp by
Oh how I relate to this line!!!
14th Oct 2012 9:30pm
Wow, darkestdesires, you just made my day..
Of course you can hang a copy up.. just please sign it off:
- Atakti
It'll give me kick to know my words are being read by the postal crew. :)
Of course you can hang a copy up.. just please sign it off:
- Atakti
It'll give me kick to know my words are being read by the postal crew. :)
