Friday, October 14, 2005

Ode to My Flip-Flops (Address)

Address: Does the ending of this seem too cliche or too... for lack of better word, lame, for the poem?

Ode to My Flip-Flops
Opening my closet door,
I spot
Them.
My fantastic
flip-flops-
Green as the summer grass,
slightly faded.
The feeling of sand, ocean and sun
clings to
Them.
My happiness,
by wearing
Them,
is like a
girls first real
birthday party-
screaming, giggling,
happiness,
innocent, playful,
happiness.
My toes sing
their thank-yous
as I walk from
here
to
there
in my
lovingly worn
flip-flops.
Memories adhere themselves to
Them-
as if
stuck
with glue to
Them.
My flip-flops
more than just
shoes,
they're life,
my life
stuck to the sole.

3 comments:

Grumpy as Always said...

The ending is actualy really good. It is funny how you use sole to mean two things

Hilachita said...

Ya, I guess the ending is a little lame - but I LOVE the rest of the poem!!

Anonymous said...

It's an awesome poem!It's really original!