The Slam: Slammables

Shoelace

by Jujubee, Thailand

Black rubber on gray concrete
Stepping on my souls
Wearing out my souls with all this running to get there
On time
And Somewhere along the way
This little black thing was untied.
Rather worm-like really
My shoelace is
And you noticed
While you were rushing
To your own Somewhere
To get there
On Time
But you told me
And I understood
But I couldn’t stop
Not now
I could not lean down
You stopped
And leaned
And tied
And because they are feet
And feet seem so sacred
So close to our souls
With all this superstition
And religious reverence
I felt a feeling
Rather worm-like, really
A pleasant worm crawling up my spine
Mina says that you were probably
Just trying to look up my skirt
When we stopped
For the lights to change
And you pointed at my blacks
And pointed to your chest
And Stopped
And Leaned
And Tied
But it is over and done
No Time ever lets itself be reclaimed
So I close my ears
And keep my worm.

Slammings

Wow!  This is beautiful.  I love the description of the feeling as a worm and how the whole poem is the study of one moment.  Great repetition of "and stopped / and leaned / and tied."  My only suggestion is to eliminate a couple of the present participles in the second and third lines.  The opening was a bit confusing as they were distracting. 

critiqued by musicalpoet, Alabama
Aug 14, 2010

I think you could have used more punctuation, or alternately gotten rid of it completely.  Some of the sentences seemed to run on and on with totally new thoughts popping up.  I like the imagery, though a worm doesn't seem like the right metaphor for a shoelace.  Also, it seemed awkward to me that if two people were hurrying by each other, one of them stopping to tie the other person's shoe would have caused a mild collision and wouldn't have saved person A with the untied shoe more time than if she had tied her own shoe. 

critiqued by Aaron Lawrence, St. Louis, MO
Aug 17, 2010

You chose an interesting topic for your poem, but I think it needs more work. In certain places, it's just too rambling and repetitious and takes away the pleasure of reading it.

critiqued by fountain-pen, France
Sep 20, 2010