Little Red Shoes

>> 10.25.2010



Perched upon the yard
like a rusty skeleton,
a swing-set with empty seats
swaying

Fallen near the walk
once-proud possession
a bike with both tires
deflated

Abandoned in the silent room
a one-eyed owl
with love-tattered wings
deserted

Clothing the narrow bed
a pretty pink comforter
with party-dress frills
smoothed

and these little red shoes
with no one left
to greet


(Photo courtesy of nonsense_dreamer (Amelie) at DeviantArt; http://nonsense-dreamer.deviantart.com/gallery/?1441026#/dzdfn2)

Posted by Lisa G. Beaudoin at 4:16 PM
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The name for this blog was inspired by a quote by Nietzsche, below.

"Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?" ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

I plan on this being the start of an incredible journey of discovery and creativity. I invite you to bring your pen, and come dance with me!

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