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stonepicnicking_okapi) wrote2025-04-01 01:28 pm
stonepicnicking_okapi) wrote2025-04-01 01:28 pm
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My poem: Runner's That'll-Do
This is prompt #7 of the 52 series by Jo Bell: sport.
Runner's That'll-Do by okapi
April morning, the familiar path bends
as geese watch and winds slap and spit and blow
pink petals in scattershot odds and ends
by plodding footfall, reluctant and slow,
as boredom sets in, tiny beeps compete
for attention with stop-motion fur-tails,
a dead fish, and worms, which jog-slogging feet
sidestep, avoiding slippery entrails
a second wind is met by plump birdsong
and ebbing of protest (now the end is near)
at last, the ache arrives, the former wrong
made right by tired feet which persevere
no high, but a certain satisfaction,
to prove, to move, inertia to action
Runner's That'll-Do by okapi
April morning, the familiar path bends
as geese watch and winds slap and spit and blow
pink petals in scattershot odds and ends
by plodding footfall, reluctant and slow,
as boredom sets in, tiny beeps compete
for attention with stop-motion fur-tails,
a dead fish, and worms, which jog-slogging feet
sidestep, avoiding slippery entrails
a second wind is met by plump birdsong
and ebbing of protest (now the end is near)
at last, the ache arrives, the former wrong
made right by tired feet which persevere
no high, but a certain satisfaction,
to prove, to move, inertia to action