Running
Running
With the
Surge
Of the moist
Night air
It starts
Around
Your
Finger tips
Tripping
Its way
Along the
Bone
With a
Moan
And a
Shuffle
Kick
Crack
At your heels
As it
Chortles
To the beckon
Of the
Daffodils.
Clap
Clap
Clapping
Its way
Into the
Inner
Archives
Of your
Soul
It keeps on
Running
Um hum
Hum
Humming
A tune
With delighted
Approve
Toward the
Moors
Calling
Balling
Its views
Great
Notions
Thirsts and
Witches potions
Converse
And you are
Yearning now
And I can
Feel you
Rub
Against
Me
Purge
Upon my
Skin and
Upon the
Earth
And beyond
You lick
The Salt up
Lay upon
The ground
With
Grieve
For you have
Not found
Freedom
Yet.
© Deborah Gordon 2008
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Ronald J. Edwards
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Deb,
I'd hate to race against you at a track meet haha
good post :)
Why?
it would indeed be so much fun!
Debs
haha
Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
http://trinityinkexperiencestrengthandhope.blogspot.co
Debs,
I'd love to "run" with you just not race against ;)
Wow!
I'm winded!
Very interesting indeed. Hum, humming a tune.
And you're right. It starts at the fingertips, doesn't it?
Indeed!
and here i was running with nature, and music. Compelling me to run a little faster.
Hence the speed! and although i thought that freedom could be found within the music, it wasnt truely freedom. For that too had captured me, and not released me.
(She laughs)
Debs
I power walk
But i'll run with you!
OOh..
Thanks jack.. bless you.
Debs