Red hot swollen toes,
Too big for closed shoes, feel blue.
Squirm, limp out of door.
Squirm, limp out of door. did you do that ever! And what happened to your winter woe-r.Did he become your summer or became just a monsoon before you bid him a goodbye.......or if not may be the spring which once made you smile and himself lost in the hoopla of passion-4ever 4m life. Anyways-good write
it is written as the sonnet.. the first two tell the problem that last solves it.. well kind off. thsi happen to me once. i was in a rush and assumed the shoe would fit a thinner sock.. didnt.. i thought i woudl die.. i like your poem.
Take care of the limp, let warm water get your toes glimpse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I Agree..swollen toes are winter woes...painful...short but meaningful....thank you