Ouch
That was a big house
Came down out the sky
And in the end it fell on me
Just my sparkly shoes to show
I really have been so wicked
A young girl now is wearing
My sparkly shoes,
Clicking her heels and feeling fine
She thinks I am dead, but
In this invisibility of middle age
I am enjoying the privacy
And the pleasure of knowing
I don’t need sparkly shoes
Because there is 'no place' like home
a haiku written by a freind that saw my poem :)
Who has size 3 feet?
That is not a proper foot
Bollox to it all
thanks for the acknowledgement :)
I actually have a pair of ruby sparkly slippers that I have worn only once for a very special do. now they are incased in a glass cabinet with their matching sparkly purse and a banksy graffiti piece picturing dorothy's basket being raided by the police drug squad. (the real banksy not our (phony) banksy!)along with some salt pepper shakers painted with the american flag. The whole thing is a postmodernist masterpiece depicting notions of home, stability, glamour and deception for the modern woman.
So im really pleased that somehow we have exchanged ideas on a space/ time thought continuium. Wow.Laura is also in on it as she took all the drugs ;)
Very funny and well-written. Doing a 'take' on extended characters is always super fun. I did get that 'no place like home' is likely self-realization; I must be wide awake tonight.
thanks for your comments , i think this poem was inspired by rachaels time machine poem , although it took me a night to realise that . yes all those things i suppose isobel , and laura :) although i have always been fairly unintoxicated, i have pursued other pleasures with remarkable vigour . i might struggle to explain that i mean there is 'no place' like home , that home is now within me ? prapps mebee ?
Derrrr - you're right - I'm generalising again - those patterns just applied to an awful lot of people I've known. Perhaps that's because they are conformists without realising it. I won't get onto biological driving factors....
Speak for yourself Isobel! When I were a young lass, my driving needs amounted to finding/stealing enough money for drugs and booze ;D
One of my all time fave films that though shoeless, think we've talked about this. I was, and still am, entranced by those shoes...
One I can appreciate on a number of levels. There are a lot of things driving a younger woman. Need to have a career (sometimes), need to have family (preceeded by need to find a partner), need to build a home etc etc.Once you've been there and done all that, it is kind of nice to sit back and think phew - there are benefits to being unpressured. I would agree also, that there is no place like home.
I love the metaphors used. Would disagree on just one point. Keep the sparkly shoes - for middle age doesn't have to equate to invisibility :)
i have no idea :) but it felt like a good thing to write
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shoeless
Sat 23rd Mar 2013 11:36
so found a fun thing on the internet that translated the poem into gangsta rap :)
click click click
Thursdizzle 13th January 2011 7:16 pm (first posted Wednesdizzle 12th January 2011 11:53 pm)
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Ouch
That was a funky-ass big-ass house
Came down up tha sky
And up in tha end it fell on me
Just mah sparkly Nikes ta show
I straight-up done been so wicked
A lil' hoe now is bustin
I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah sparkly shoes,
Clickin her heels n' feelin fine
Biatch be thinkin I be dead yo, but
In dis invisibilitizzle of middle age
I be enjoyin tha privacy
And tha pleasure of knowing
I don’t need sparkly shoes
Because there is 'no place' like homie