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Sandra Brennan (08/07/65 / Omaha Nebraska)
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Toes
He painted my toenails red.
Lieing in bed, my foot in his lap
Carefully applying polish to each nail
His face a mask of concentration
Trying to get it just right,
I had to laugh because he looked so intent.
He smiled and leaned over and kissed my knee.
'Are you always going to paint my toes? '
I had asked him and he just grinned and said.
'Forever, Baby.'
Today I looked down and saw the polish
Was cracked and worn and coming off.
I remembered that promish he made
And couldn't keep.
I set about removing the last of the polish
He had so carefully applied weeks ago.
I reached for the red polish,
But then put it away. Red was for him.
So I painted them pink instead,
My favorite color,
My toes again.
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Sandra Brennan, a very woman poem, not being sexist, and neither a gender ist, I loved it, what I loved the most is you scrubbed the polish off, pink or red is a very woman thing, if men used to wear nail polish, eek the thought makes me kind of squeamish, I would have stuck to my guns and wore red. Whenever I read a well written mans poem and a woman's poem regardless of the subject I find a definitive non sexist non gender based streak, the pheromonal scent of our souls. I truly loved your poem.
The second line is not correct, lieing is wrong, you mean lying. You rightly use lie instead of lay, but lieing is incorrect. I like the poem, visual and well observed.
gr8 :)
I just loved this little poem. It was so evocative and creates such a clear picture. I am off to paint my toe nails.... what colour should I choose?
words painting the picture but somehow I feel a word missed out, which could describe the guy.
Very beautiful poem representing the human character.We don't want to stay in past. At the same time we can't forget it.
Neila nathdas from India.
i absolutely love this.
red is for him
pink is you. It is sad to see him go yet it is awesomely great for you to move on an become your true self. Wonderful advise for the broken-hearted. Magical piece of work. Kudos
Great work Sandra!
cheers! !
Fantastic poem! Nice way of accepting change, stoically, replacing red with pink color, the color of your choice...Not everyone manages to bounce back and rediscover own self in this way...congrats, thanks for sharing! Read my poem, A Cloud of Rain which sounds similar and tell me what you think...