Footwear
I need to soon slip on the proper shoes
For time of working is shortly at hand
And neither flats, sneakers, nor heels will do.
What other shoes are there I could accrue?
Perhaps some sandals, with a pretty band?
I need to soon slip on the proper shoes.
For work with toil beneath the sky, so blue,
I know that boots would be what’s in demand
And neither flats, sneakers, nor heels will do.
And baring feet is something to eschew
For dangers lurk in all walks of the land.
I need to soon slip on the proper shoes.
Even more so, if rumors heard are true
That walking miles in others’ is the plan
And neither flats, sneakers, nor heels will do.
For is one piece of footwear really “you”
When such complex a self you must command?
I need to soon slip on the proper shoes
And neither flats, sneakers, nor heels will do.
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You have chosen a really cool way to express/ explore the complexity of finding one’s identity. The form’s repetition mirrors the idea of it being a daily choice. Nice!
Nice villanelle!
This villanelle really clips!
A villanelle! Good for you. That’s such a challenging form, and you’ve put it to very good use. Thank you for sharing this poem.
Such a clever write! Thoroughly enjoyed… and quite frankly in awe of all you conveyed here amidst the mirroring lines.
Clever villanelle, thank you L.