SPIT SHINE (An Original Poem)
Old towels torn
into even strips
and a dented
tin of Kiwi, black
you turn the
silver key
and wherever you sit
becomes an
esoteric space,
an escape from
irrelevance
and servitude
keep that towel
a' snappin,
spit shine
long ago a drill sergeant
taught you the trick,
a sure way to heal
the sickness you feel
so you may pass
through the fright
of any long, dark night
keep that towel
a' snappin,
spit shine
so polish away
the dullness and dirt
into a pride
you can see
your face in
you've done it
all your life
transformed
trash into treasure,
boys into men
hold high your head
defeat has taught
you to know victory
rejection has taught you love
when the world doesn't
always fit you like a glove
keep that towel
a' snappin,
spit shine.
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Very lyrical! I enjoyed it. Painted a firm picture in my mind.
Thanks! I'm really enjoying the pairing of the pictures with the poems. It adds a whole new element.
Thanks for the poem. It brought a smile to my face.
Thanks, I'm glad!
nice poem :)
nice one @ericvancewalton
Lovely poem.
Fantastic poem.
I appreciate that, @feedmycrash!
really amazing story @ericvancewalton
Hi
You took me back to my army days, polishing boots, shining floors, making beads square, ironing clothes with straight seam etc
(I am from South Africa and we were forced to do two years army) It was hard, but made men out of boys
Thanks for the poem
You're welcome, @rynow! This poem was inspired by my father who was in the US army and Air Force. He passed on a lot of what he learned to my brother and I. We all three keep our shoes polished to this day. Thanks for reading and taking the time to leave the thoughtful comment!
nice i enjoy reading it.
It's nice poem. ^^