Some people compare me to Maya Angelou or ee cummings, but I don’t let it get to my head. You should all know that, yes, I am… a poet. Full of symbolism and alegories, my poems are layered with intellect, beauty, and honesty.
Let me share one with you. This poem was written in Spring of ’08, in the midst of my Costco-buyin‘ large-Fiber-Bar-eatin‘ Tryin‘-to-get-into-shape-runnin‘ phase. I even shared a photo of it with you.
But I digress. Let’s just get to it. I don’t think I need to give a foreward. The written words speak for themselves:
~Run~
Bones atrophied, lungs congested.
Head hair pulled in tight, leg hair not.
I run.
Head hair pulled in tight, leg hair not.
I run.
Blood pounding in my head,
Pumping to the beat of Weezer,
I run.
Two dachsunds run after me
Yelping. Caught by their leash,
I run.
Are there any excuses? I look around
And spy an untied shoelace.
I don’t run.
Scary man with hand in pocket
Grins and offers up a greeting.
I run. Fast.
Make it home, but forget about the
Fiber bar already eaten. Head to the bathroom.
I runs.
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That IS beautiful… I need to soak it all in.
I think you read this to your entire family during your garage sale last year. Amy Lynn
*groan*That made me laugh out loud. 😀
I think you are correct Amy Lynn. I don't think she got through it though because of laughter.
If anyone needs lessons in poetry, I come cheap.