Friday, April 24, 2015

Walk On - a walking poem

Walk On
by
Greg Pincus

When thumbtacks are strewn on the paths we must tread,
When sharp, jagged rocks are behind and ahead,
When we have to walk miles on freezing, slick snow,
When puddles of liquid hide dangers below,
When we cross hot pavement or scorching, red coals...
These are the times that will try all our soles.


And you're thinking "he really went there in National Poetry Month and on Poetry Friday?" And, well, yes... he did! If you're still craving more, the good news is that you can see what else is out there, too, if you head on over to No Water River to see this week's Poetry Friday roundup. There's great stuff posted there (including Renee's description of what Poetry Friday is and how to be a part of it).

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11 comments:

Sally Murphy said...

love it! I did not see that ending coming, Greg.

Carol Coven Grannick said...

And Yak-Trax, emotional and otherwise, do help! Thanks for the fun reminder, Greg!

kevan said...

Brilliant. After the fact, I wanted you to mention legos in the middle of the night.

Carol Varsalona said...

What a fabulous ending line, Greg.

Joanne R. Fritz said...

I wondered where that was going. Snort!

Joy said...

Very funny, Greg. I liked the soles.

Amy Baskin said...

You're awesome. Plain and simple.

Heidi Mordhorst said...

"Not cool, Robert Frost!" :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-gQLqv9f4o

Mary Lee said...

I bow to you, King of the Punnsters!

Greg Pincus said...

Thanks, y'all! (And yes, Kevan - Legos in the night trump all the above.)

Bridget Magee said...

Too funny...sole splittingly so. =)