composing lines

 

the air is clear and cold this morning

hints of sage and pine

 

i hear bird song 

there is much to learn about this place

 

too cold to sit in our backyard

just yet

 

the sun still hidden

the earth must spin a little more

 

i suspect it will

i tighten laces, open our little gate

 

take a deep and not-quite-satisfying breath

and begin

 

the first step is the hardest

it is a beautiful morning

 

i'm doing what i set out to do 

literally and metaphorically

 

in a semi-linear fashion

i run

 

~

 

marketa is still asleep

how does she do it

 

an untroubled mind

a clear conscience 

 

a genetic predisposition

a gift

 

off i go

these words forming

 

to be written down

later

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2020-09-19 at 14:19

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I think anyone who goes out for a run in the cold morning is a bit of a maso ;) But I suppose it's one way to clear your mind and let it brew on inspiring words on the way. Well at least, that's the impression your words gave me here. I like the descriptions, as always, they create a very nice picture and ambiance. Lovely, merci.
2022-04-10


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful. Poetry in motion.
2020-09-24


Ducks
I love the way you describe the morning. It's brings me to a place in my mind, a memory, where I am immersed in feeling. Great write!
2020-09-20