Repoemed

On Tuesday, I had been sick, and though I felt better, I remained sick until yesterday morning.  I ate my first real food since Saturday afternoon.  It was a glorious breakfast.  I like how good food tastes and feels when you haven't had much more than juice and tea and maybe a bit of applesauce and a handful of Cheerios (oh, I'm so glad those are gluten free - though they don't work on a low carb diet - but who cares when that's all that wants to be in your tumbly).

At any rate, at some points I felt a little better and wrote.  This write was one response to a picture I'd seen of high heels.  You may have been here on Tuesday, in which case I apologize for putting you through the poem again.  If not, here you go, sans apology!

This also was put in my head I think, because of what a dear teacher friend had said to me once years ago.  The first day she saw me, I came into school for my interview.  I had on open toed heels (I was young and wanted to make a good impression for my interview).  They weren't all that tall, but they were heels.  She remembered wondering if I'd wear heels to teach.  I never wore them again.  Heels to teach first grade?  That would be stupid!  Of course, sensible shoes and clothing good for floor sitting would be the choice from that day forward...since I did get the job.  The shoes did their job for that interview - or maybe they hired me in spite of my shoes...

photo credit: Tom the Photographer - Unsplash

Well Heeled

life started

frivolously heeled,

then grounded

became the norm.

Who walks on forest paths

in heels?

Who runs on beaches

drilling into sand?

Who climbs a mountain,

pushes a swing, jumps rope,

or wades in puddles

on tiptoes of patent leather?

Who sits any taller

curled in a beanbag

with goodnight story?

frivolously heeled

is for our tea party.

by Donna JT Smith

And I guess the title is kind of a play on words - and mistyped even when I first wrote it - Well Healed - because I am feeling quite well today.  No soup for supper tonight!
Let's go see what Diane has for links today at Random Noodling where Poetry Friday is being hosted!

After reading Diane's post, I thought, why do I say so much sometimes.  Perhaps I should play:

Frivolous heels

become

grounded -

my feet on

forest paths

on beaches

sunken into sand

atop mountains

kicking up over ropes

swirling through puddles

curled beneath to listen

to goodnight prayers -

until the next

tea party.

heels

first

on wooded paths

on sandy beaches

on mountain rocks

last

over spinning jump ropes

through muddy puddles

for goodnight prayers

Just some thoughts.  What do you think?