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Mike Orlock


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For men--
Shoes are shoes are shoes

(makes sense our feet are shod)

Any particular pair we choose
is meant to fit the job:

Florsheims for the office,
Nikes for the street,
Muck boots for the outdoors,
Birkenstocks for the beach.

The shoes we choose we wear
until they’re worn to death;

Then we buy another pair
and chuck the old ones in the trash.

For women--
Shoes are more than that

(when shod their feet make sense)

Whether high or low, wedged or flat,
Shoes promise transcendence:

Manolo Blahnik’s for romance,
Jimmy Choo’s for success,
Badgley Mischka’s for the party,
perfect to match the dress.

The shoes they choose they wear
to make a bit of magic;

Cinderella needed just one pair
to make her life less tragic.
 
© by Mike Orlock.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Mike Orlock is a retired high school English and American History teacher who splits time between the Chicago suburbs and a vacation home in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin. He has been married 37 years to his high school sweetheart and inspiration, Liz. His short stories, poems, and reviews have appeared in a variety of publications such as Reporter-Progress newspapers, The Peninsula Pulse, VerseWisconsin, TriQuarterly, and the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets annual calendar.

 


Post New Comment:
mpcamb:
Liked the rhyme at the end especially.
Posted 04/13/2013 12:15 PM
lincolnhartford:
Takes a man to capture the wonder of shoes and women, someone who doesn't know the language even, a foreign man, who can without judgment see the closet floor, covered with layers of women's shoes, some like the other, just a shade different in color, and write a poem of tribute.
Posted 04/09/2013 05:28 PM
Glen Sorestad:
Devilishly clever, Mike. A very good read!
Posted 04/09/2013 09:54 AM
mimi:
fun poem, Mike--and pretty much true!
Posted 04/09/2013 08:11 AM
Ralph Murre:
Nice work, and nice to (occasionally) see a live poet who dares to rhyme at the end of the line. Probably hard to to get something to fit those iambic feet, though.
Posted 04/09/2013 07:37 AM
vscholtz:
Once I wore the girlie shoes trod all over town. Danced the Polka Friday nights really got around. Bunions, hammer toes have sent me a mincing stride. My feet are old; my toes are bent Shoes wide, deep and tied.
Posted 04/09/2013 07:26 AM
MaryLeeHahn:
Alas, I didn't get the female shoe gene. Fun poem, though!!
Posted 04/09/2013 04:28 AM


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