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Feet on soft earth feel different.
My feet on ashphalt starve.
A walk along a concrete
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3 comments earlier: Firoze Shakir (9/9/2007 8: 53: 00 AM) I walk barefeet I feel the feet have eyes too, they tread, they avoid pitfalls and I am a diabetic, so your poem relates to my own experience I have walked over jagged rocks 45 km, I have walked over embers of burning coal, yes my feet sustain the rest of me, and they just whispered in my ears that they are made of clay... Marci Made (9/8/2007 11: 31: 00 AM) I echo Tara's comment that this is a very pensive write. It's deep and touches on important things that we ordinarily wouldn't think about...like our feet on the ground [well except when burned on hot sand or such] You appear to have decided to do things differently for yourself as well, working to be the best you can. Just an excellent write. ~~mm.xo~~ T McH (9/8/2007 11: 19: 00 AM) Max, this strikes me as a (wonderfully penned) pensive tribute. The reader can't help but come away agreeing, contemplating and making resolutions. Quite apart from the content, the structure is conducive to that. Clever. It's top notch. t x
Hi again Max! My feet responded to this! I often feel sensations under my feet and it's as if they are telling me about the soil, the rocks, the world far away. We are so connected and so wasteful. Once again you touch on what matters. love, Linda