It Ain't About the Slippers ~ dVersePoets Poetics

Well, Brian Miller got me reliving my past with his prompt over at dVersePoets today.  I could have gone any direction with the fantastic muse of U2 coupled with the most amazing art piece, but once the clues started dropping, and the rumors started spreading, a plan took shape.  Gotta stick to the plan, you know!

So, Mom...this ones for you!  I know you may be breathing a slight sigh of relief as I have stopped battling adulthood so very fiercely, but it wasn't that long ago, when the hell you were going through was because of me :) And you have to give me props...I was very good at raising it! Those were the days!  So, keeping everything fun and lighthearted, away we go...

It Ain't About the Slippers

It ain't about the slippers
Ruby red or not
It ain't about the haircut
No matter bald or coiffed
It ain't about the price tag
A thrift store or boutique
All that matters is that they
Make the most of your true feet.

Standing decked in leather
With just half a head of hair
I had no time for slippers
or Michael Jordan's Air
My prince was standing waiting
But no glass slipper did he hold
Just a tattoo gun and trucker hat
...my prince was rather bold.

It ain't about the slippers, Mom
Ruby red or not
I was dancing in road~off Doc's
And still my prince got caught.



Not quite sure if Mom would see the humour...but I hope you do!I'd still wear 'em today if I had them!  And thanks for going Poetic with us at d'VersePoets!
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Sheila said…
now that is being true to your feet! I am sure your mom will understand :)
July 23, 2011 at 4:56 PM
Brian Miller said…
woohoo you rebel you! need pics of the half shaved head!! smiles. true that...we have to find our own style...and you certainly have yours...rock on tash!
July 23, 2011 at 5:02 PM
Beachanny said…
Your poem there's got sole and plenty of it and those laces tied 'em up fine. Bring us more boots! It's all about the shoes (smiles)
Sending you good thoughts today.
July 23, 2011 at 5:50 PM
Anonymous said…
ha, this made me smile...loved every line :)
July 23, 2011 at 5:58 PM
Anonymous said…
It's true sometimes it's not about the slipper.This was cute poem.
July 23, 2011 at 6:00 PM
Victoria said…
Very fun, Natasha. I'll answer for your mom--it's okay. It's you.
July 23, 2011 at 6:04 PM
Louise said…
haha...good old doc martins! How I loved them! ;)
July 23, 2011 at 6:04 PM
Anonymous said…
Loved its playful tone and conversational style. Thanks for the laughs.
July 23, 2011 at 6:26 PM
hedgewitch said…
Mothers are perpetually surprised by their offspring, especially when they grow up and have some insight into what made them crazy. Still, being true to oneself is as much a sign of maturity as of rebellion, and hair grows back--the tatoos, maybe not so much. ;-) Loved the light hearted romp through bootland.
July 23, 2011 at 7:33 PM
Pat Hatt said…
haha this was such a fun one.
You sound like you were quite the hand full and then some..haha
So has it come back to haunt you
Are you getting the whole "I hope you have a daughter just like you one day" vibe yet?..LOL
July 23, 2011 at 8:28 PM
Unknown said…
I wonder if the pictures in my head match what you looked like...This was nice, and it's a reminder to us all about what truly matters, and it's on the inside. I remember dressing differently at college than when I came home for visits, wasn't really brave enough to merge the two. You must have at least been secure in your mother's love :)
July 23, 2011 at 8:31 PM
Mark Kerstetter said…
Hey, that's a good shoe. But it's not what you wear, it's the way you wear it. If you can own a pair of shoes like that (wear them without them wearing you) then you're doing good.
July 23, 2011 at 8:34 PM
tom eliot said…
Ah the true work of art and ultimate anti establishment statement the DM boot. My retired cherry reds have pride of place in the wardrobe and serve as a reminder of how much i hated school, parents and the system.
I wear Converse now for comfort but still hate schoool parents an..... lol.
Really enjoyed your poem- funny, cheeky with a bit of bite. It got me thinking as you can tell! Could really feel personality comimg through your words.
July 23, 2011 at 8:42 PM
Mary said…
yes, slippers are only part of it for sure! Nicely crafted poem.
July 23, 2011 at 8:51 PM
Evelyn said…
Totally grinning.
GREAT piece. Love it.
July 23, 2011 at 9:47 PM
Fireblossom said…
It's *got* to be the boots!

;-)
July 23, 2011 at 9:57 PM
The Silver Fox said…
That was a lot of fun, indeed! Love to see some photos of you during that rebellious era!
July 23, 2011 at 10:01 PM
Anonymous said…
This is such a cute fun poem --- nice beat too
July 23, 2011 at 10:11 PM
Anonymous said…
A good sentiment. And I could hear it set to music. :-)
July 23, 2011 at 10:53 PM
Scarlet said…
Fun post... love it ~
July 23, 2011 at 10:59 PM
mark said…
True to your feet. I like that notion quite a bit.

Maybe I need some leather sandals and white socks, huh?
July 23, 2011 at 11:57 PM
Duane F said…
Nice poem, is this a true story. It paints a vivid picture in my head.
July 23, 2011 at 11:59 PM
signed...bkm said…
Love it ...and I love boots...black and tied up tight ...these are a great would love to have a pair myself...bkm
July 24, 2011 at 12:06 AM
Anonymous said…
I can hear a daughter's love for her mom in this poem, all the more to be cherished after the skirmishes of young adulthood. I hope that she appreciates the humor!

David
July 24, 2011 at 12:41 AM
Anonymous said…
This is wonderful, natasha, that wry combination of humor and even some competition in a mother-daughter relationship.
July 24, 2011 at 9:43 AM
Unknown said…
cool poem thanks for the smiles
July 24, 2011 at 10:10 AM
Chasing Tao said…
You got it 光 Natasha 光!

"It ain't about the slippers..."

...and it ain't about a lot of other things either!...enjoyed this, as I enjoy all of your writing! Let it flow...following along the pathless path!

Roger ☺
July 24, 2011 at 11:40 AM
Life in a Poem said…
awesome poem, I love the way its written
July 24, 2011 at 7:55 PM
Ann Grenier said…
As a mother I might have frowned at half a head of hair:-), but I like your poem ...the beat of it ain't about ... is it ever?
July 24, 2011 at 8:51 PM
RMP said…
quite a fun piece. makes me wish I had been a little truer to my feet.
July 24, 2011 at 9:30 PM
Rita said…
nice shoes and nice poem i like this post very much.
July 25, 2011 at 4:19 AM
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