Surrender, it’s still November

Poetry Month

Today I continue with the November Poem-A-Day Challenge. The prompt is to write a Surrender poem. This one goes to the beach again. Do I miss summer?

Surrender
The pretty toes I dreamt of having
Of course I didn’t get them
Cause you don’t get to choose your toes

So, every time on the beach
I’d keep my feet beneath the sand,
Quite nonchalantly

Nail polish just wouldn’t help
Plus, that only works on nails.
I’m speaking toes here

The sand would feel more like dust
So dirty and finely coarse at the same time
They looked even more imperfect

Then I surrendered
Cause you simply don’t get any real choice
In such matters,
Any choice but the one you make
Of how you see your toes.

© 2015, MK

Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader