In Search of Prince Charming
draw a line in the sand say you have reached your limit perhaps that line fades
you draw another settle down to breakfast early morning
bread in the skillet to fry the butter spins/flips/and spits kick old memories
out of the way
clear a path for a new day insulate yourself from the cold don armor
pour a cup of tea set the table with the fine porcelain
i stand on the rim look skyward lightening flashes
tuck desires back into my purse mimic normal behavior we are all flawed
from birth we try to slip into the glass slippers an old story
only the girl whose feet fit otherwise retrace your steps go back to “go”
the ancestral trail is worn prayer won't help you are who you are
the stage is set begin your day knowing your feet won't fit
October 16, 2016
12 comments:
Gosh golly--among the narrator's daily routines is "don armor, knowing she stands on the rim. And that if the shoe doesn't fit, we go on anyway. So it has been for me.
you have woven the Whirligig and the Wordle very well!
the result shines somewhat darkly, but I like it a lot.
Now that is life wisdom, to know our feet won't fit, and go on Walking! Love the fine China too.
So much to love - I left your breakfast table thinking it's rather special not to fit into those glass slippers... A real adventure requires a shoe that fits us and us alone..besides glass wouldn't get you far
Sigh, most don't have feet that will fit inside the glass slipper...but then again I think palace life must be over-rated anyway. Smiles. I see that the lesson in this poem is....be realistic with one's expectations.
Thank goodness my feet won't fit. That story has been told too many times already. Besides, one misstep and those glass slippers shatter and those feet are too bloody to walk anywhere... Personally, I prefer soft leather, it's much more forgiving,
Elizabeth
There has always been something sad about the glass slipper story, like a short cut to success for a turned up nose, auburn hair, a cute smile or even a voice like a songbird. Glass slippers would be very uncomfortable so make your own way in this wide world for there will always be someone just right for each one of us.
I love the wisdom in this poem.. for sure there is a fine line between fantasy and reality 💖
its important to know one's self, i do agree. i read again, this time with my book club, Animal Farm by George Orwel; and had to remark to them that my favourite character was Mollie, for the same reason your poem themes today
much love
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I love this post! I can't think of how many times I have gone out for a walk 'knowing my feet won't.'
Be yourself and don't worry if you don't fit someone else's ideals -- that is great.
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