My Left Shoe

My Left Shoe – A Poem

 

My left shoe is squeaking

talking gibberish about the sole

of the long day;

how it tied the world in knots

and left our tongues wagging. 

 

The thing about poetry, and all prose, is that a single word or silly thought can spark someone's imagination.  I jotted this down after I saw a post on Twitter by @kalenski in Denver.  Her original post was My left shoe is squeaky.

Let's have a bit of fun and see what you can come up with in a paragraph or poem.

 

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