Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Running


The wind carries my breath far and wide,
drags my body from side to side.
Barefooted, the rocky bottom scraps my feet,
blood and sweat drops from the mountain so steep.
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  1. BentFebruary 12, 2017 at 4:33 PM

    Why are the rhymes high-lighted, one wonders?

    The poem works through a set of sensory experiences reported, which makes it very present, almost physically so. To go beyond being a snapshot of those sensory experiences, it would need framing and narrative

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