Open Poetry #5 |
The Runner (you'll apreciate it if you've ever competed) |
Kevin
since 1999-11-02
Posts 729Torrington, Ct, Usa |
Mind once cluttered deep in thought now finds itself violently clear every muscle now held taut the runner waits in constant fear their world a circle, life a gun anxiety in seconds scream and when its over only one will realize the runners dream. Upon a heartbeat rings a shot body explodes into the air blood begins to boil hot lungs begin to slowly wear and so the inner war begins between the body and the mind he whose head stubbornly wins decides who will get left behind Air and patients growing thin you tell yourself theirs no escape for all that keeps you from a win, 200 meters, and the tape. [This message has been edited by Kevin (edited 01-26-2000).] |
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~ViXeN~ Member
since 2000-01-09
Posts 93Guelph, Ont. Canada |
kev i liked this!!!!!!!!!! you brought back a lot of old memories!!!! good job! shannon |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
Oh boy, when I make it up the stairs ahead of the cat, that tape worm says it all...*g* Sorry Kevin...it was caused by a rush of air to the head...brilliant poem, I love to watch the marathon ...sadly from far behind the front runners as I limp into 9k place...but worth the effort, specially for charity and plasters.com HUGS Feed your dreams with love... |
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kaleidoscope Junior Member
since 2000-01-10
Posts 38 |
I really like the words about the mind being "violently clear" - great poem, Kevin! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Kevin...I've never competed, but there's not a thing in this poem I don't understand. Wonderfully written |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Kevin, I love the style of your writing. I was in the 400 meter in school, this is exactly how it is. Bravo. Parker |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
I always hated running, but I love this poem. You have a rare gift of being able to see things poetically! Keep it up! |
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