Hi there! Please enjoy today’s poem. My feet are actually cold because the balcony door is open and I’m not wearing socks, but that’s far less poetic, don’t you think? It’s quite windy outside today, and I’m enjoying the breeze and the sound of the leaves rustling. I might go find some socks though…
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Check out today’s poem!
I’m writing this and my feet are cold –
not in the metaphorical sense, I’m not
some blushing bride on her wedding day,
hesitating at the church door
and wondering if it’s really worth it to walk down
that destined aisle, or should she run,
far away and not look back and forget it all.
Or am I?
Do I not stand at a threshold and peek
through a door onto destiny, and wonder,
is this the path for me? Is this
where my feet shall tread
upon the world and leave their footprints
to look back upon – is this some clay
that I will shape and leave marked,
or is this some temperamental sand, so soon
to wash away my presence
and be forgotten?
My feet are cold; I do not know
which way to turn.
The inspiration for this poem came from my cold feet. I was sitting and wondering what to write about, and that was all I could think about. My brain went from there to the cold feet metaphor and weddings, and the poem sprang fairly organically from there.
The poems I publish on here are fairly raw, unedited versions, as I haven’t quite got the hang of pre-writing for my blog whilst still publishing daily, and writing daily. That’s something I want to work on, and then hopefully you’ll see more polished versions of my poems.
With this draft, I used a quick edit to examine the line and stanza breaks, and decided a more disjointed structure carried the theme and emotion of the poem better. I prefer poems that don’t always break on punctuation, as I feel that they flow better and carry more emotion by utilising the line break and white space, and not focusing on sentence structures.
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