My favorite shoes are
NOT
shoes at all
but
the soles of my feet
that have carried me through
life
thus far.
These soles greet
HELLO
to Mother Earth as
waves have lapped,
sand has caked,
grass has tickled,
pebbles have poked,
earth has
toughened.
These soles
CONDUCT
earth’s magnetism, elements, vitamins
into my body
producing
balance,
peace,
vitality.
These soles are
FOUNDATION
of strength
as I strike
Warrior 2,
Dancer,
Tree
awakening my inner power to
meet,
breathe,
engage
challenges.
These soles
with all their
tenderness,
callouses,
scars
are
MY SOUL-
truly just me.
Doodads and Doodles 
5 responses to “My Soles, My Soul”
What an unexpected, personal and beautiful celebration poem.
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Cathy, I love your poem so much. It was a delight to read it again today. Indeed, a celebration poem, as Terje describes it.
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I love your poem! I love the power and emphasis of the capitalized words, and adore the clever play on words.
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I’m walking alongside you bearing my own soles! Even when I know I need to be wearing more supportive shoes, I still find myself kicking them off an!d going barefoot! I still cannot resist walking barefoot in the rain. Loved your poem
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I agree! There is nothing like walking in barefeet. I should be wearing supportive arches but still prefer no shoes.
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