“Shoes,” In Honour of National Poetry Day (USA) Post Your Poem!
if i could step inside your shoes,
well-worn and dusty,
stitching rent,
and faded hide,
and laces frayed,
and insoles soft,
and steel caps bent,
to retrace steps,
once trod by you,
over glass and stormy sea,
such was the lover that you be,
to come in search,
to come for me.
and feel the toil of everyday,
the struggle,
as your crag-ged hands,
moved rocks and mountains,
without rest,
to you my hero,
that climbed the crest,
I’ll dance a jig,
I’ll call a toast,
I’ll drink to you,
beloved ghost.
(c) Copyright Niamh Clune 2012
About Dr Niamh
When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down.
One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.”
Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!”
I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I?
I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.”
Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray.
With love from Dr. Niamh,
Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com
I love this one – sharing and printing out to put on my board!
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Many thanks…and why don’t you add one of yours?
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Lovely words, Niamh. ❤
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I’ll dance a jug; maybe the futterwacken! 🙂 Great poem!
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make that dance a jig!
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Hi, Niamh, This is a lovely, heart-warming but rather sad poem. One thing confuses me: Did you write it? You didn’t give yourself a byline. I would like to see a byline of the author each time you run one. I assume you wrote it because it’s your blog, but then you invite others to submit too, so that confuses me.
Lovely, indeed, and thanks for sharing. I will share it also.
hugs – Betty
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Yes Betty, I did write it. If someone else had done I would have remembered to add their name. How forgetful of me. I will sign it immediately. Thank you for pointing it out.
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P.S. Meant to say I love those “work” shoes. Good touch! ❤
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I do love to see you posting your poem on your blog. The first part I read earlier on FB. It was so romantic. It still is even when you discover that he is a ghost that you are following through the poem. A remembrance of Cathy and Heathcliff seeking the other out on the crag. You are so “romantic” in this poem. It has a certain melancholy also. I love it. It is so beautifully sad in its sweet essence. I am happy to see you (c) your poem also. I just started doing that myself. Very touching your verse. J.K.
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Thank You…yes” moors and highlands…hard work, struggle and love…in spirit that defies all
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I had an Epiphany tonight. It came from reading your poem and a collection of other things from today and tonight that culminated tonight in a profound enlightenment. I wrote it some of it down in a comment to you but WordPress went into failure so I lost what I wrote. So I think I am being told to go private with this enlightenment. I do thank you for writing such incredible poems and songs and books and posts and singing with such a fantastic voice and just for being who you are. Thank You. J.K.
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Many thanks for your encouragement, always.
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Reblogged this on the secret keeper and commented:
This poem is only the beginning of a wondrous discovery of a poet who has talents beyond your imaginings. Follow the reblog and continue on the path of the story being told as the poem progresses to its conclusion. While on the site learn more about the talent of the person behind this poem. You will be pleasantly surprised at what you will discover. A delightful surprise, a treasure. Trust The Secret Keeper. Go on an Adventure. J.K.
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Yay! jennifer…how wondrous!
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Reblogged this on 20 Lines .
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I must add some punctuation! It moves the poem without the lines…so sorry about that! Very generous of you to reblog.
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I have posts that happens to as well I still LOVED IT
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Thank you! It is always lovely when someone likes your work…And now I know where you are too.
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🙂 Thank You and you are very welcome 🙂
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Great poem Dr. Clune! 🙂
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Oh! Erik! Thank you, kind sir!
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Niamh, this poem is beautiful in its depth and compelling emotions. You are a brilliant poet!
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many thanks, Cher. Coming from you, that means a lot!
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