My Childhood Facination

This week I went to a writers workshop.  For the prompt I had to write a poem about shoe laces and robots. 

                I stare down at my shoelaces:

               A pile of slithering snakes

                Slinking along the pavement.

               

                Looping the laces

                With careful precision

                I smile at the chaos:

                A last reminder of childhood bliss

                And the creation of coverse.

                I marvel

                At the tiny white strings:             

                The corset of my sole.

                Shoelaces are like abstract art:

                Is it a bunny rabbit

                Or a bowtie?

                               

                I sigh,

                No robot could understand

                My childhood facination

                With shoelaces...