I am running
My feet fall at lighting speed
My hair is pulled and pushed
By the wind as I go
My arms pumping thru time
And space
The air in my nose
And lungs
The taste of iron in my mouth
The feel of life in my throat
I taste the salt from my sweat that drips
Down my face
I see the world go by
The track, the stands,
The strangers faces in the
Crowds watching
I can see the faces of friends
And of rivals from other schools
I get the scent of
The cold spring air
It burns my nostrils as I
Catch my breath
I smell the sweat of
Other runners as I pass them
I hear the breathing of
Other runners
I hear my own hard breath
And my feet hitting the track
I hear the shout of friends from the sidelines
I have won the race
Comments1
this! my kinda poem:
grabs you,
jostles you,
drags you
from line to verse
and then, breathless
dumps you
back out into reality
and all you can do
is jump back
to that start of the Race
to get a sense
of that thrill, just
one more time..
guess, I'm a junky for Poesy
please
don't judge me , too harshly...
lol
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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