View of shoes
We're looking for clues of the season in this issue #145 of your weekly poetry shot
I see shoes.
Sneakers mostly. Puma, Nike.
Sturdy walking shoes, too. But the
season is revealed by
sandals (heeled).
Looking out of the window of a local train in a big metropolis, that largely runs underground, even lower than the local metro system, can be a quite boring experience. From the windows of long-distance trains, running mostly overground, you can at least look at the landscape flying by. Not so underground. Sometimes you’re lucky, passing parking spots of trains, or mysterious corridors that seem to go nowhere or are just the tunnels of other lines. But mostly, you get the interesting views at stops. If you are, like I was recently, in the lower half of a double-decker train, you mostly get to see shoes. That is what I saw. Of course, I knew late spring had arrived in its full almost-summer force, but still, I was surprisingly noticing the fact that by the shoes on the platform, you could see what the season was.
What do you see when you look out of the window of your public transport?
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Poetics in life
I think I wrote about this before, but I really love the tea podcast by Palais des Thés. It’s in French, but it takes you all over the world to visit tea plantations and tea makers. And it makes you want to drink tea. At least, I always want to drink some tea when listening to this podcast. So, have a cup of tea with me.
This poem can be collected here.
Poetry elsewhere
To be elsewhere takes travel. Or, someone who travels and shares their thoughts with you. Not on a blog, or Instagram post. But on a postcard. Even better when that elsewhere is shared in a poem. Like this poetry postcard from
:
When travel, poetry and photography come together, it often means there’s something I would love. I recently came across the new work of poet and photographer syya, who majestically combines these three elements to show us the beauty of the world. One example is the poem Realm. Can you guess/find where it is taken?
If you really want to go places, you sometimes need to free yourself of the shackles that hold you down. Often, these shackles are manmade, they are social constructs. Or even worse: they are created by people who misinterpreted guidelines. But, I digress. You can state it much simpler: rules are meant to be broken. But don’t tell my kids that yet. In any case, this wonderful poem by
is a very great way of speaking about breaking rules:
I loved this poem. Shoes can tell you a lot about someone
Bare feet! <3