< picture running feet here >
I dream about running. Of course I do, that's the only time I can run fast and far, rather than for 30 seconds and drop. Anyway, based on that thought and the prompt over at Poetic Asides, I wrote this poem. Draw your own of many possible conclusions.
ELSEWHERE.
Elsewhere
I rise easily
and s t r e t c h,
my face to sun
Then sit
to tie my shoes and
since I can,
go out and run
I bound
lighter than the air
I breathe
my legs reach long
the day
is a melody
my bo-
dy the day’s song
Elsewhere
when I close my eyes
the light
within me glows
and free
of encumbrance
is my
body, heart, soul
Elsewhere.
Elsewhere.
jle 2014
4 comments:
Beautiful poem. I've always wanted to be a runner.
I imagine running as gravity defying and free, rather like I think of Heaven. :-)
<-- ditto
<- ditto squared, miss gorgeous.
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