Right-brain Leading...
Soft pad, pad, pad, pad,
down the hill and past the airfield.
A cluster of birds in a clump of tall grass, unseen,
"weet, weet, weet, weet"
wind rustling dead leaves clinging to the pin oak
now drowned out by the whine
the whine of a jet engine
constant whine - parked on the tarmac
whine fading climbing the next hill
"Tish, tish, tish, tish" traipsing over sand-covered asphalt
sand collected on the side of the road
elongated patches formed by the melting snow
thick pads of snow drooping over rocks
Blankets of snow interrupted by bright glowing orange flags
bursting out of the ground
makeshift markers of grand plans
As hills yield to flats a solitary bird calls in the distance
"ee-yoo, ee-yoo"
Wheels on asphalt,
motors whine past,
petrol smell of paint permeates the air -
but only briefly
Stately colonial homes
some long standing, some new
bright light blue, or yellow, or deep green
splashes against the dull browns and grays of the bare woods.
And as the flats yield to more hills
breathing, up, down, breathing, up, down, breathing,
suddenly arrested by the intense quiet of the cemetary
Sleepy Hollow cemetary
Yes, that Sleepy Hollow cemetary
where slumber giants,
Concord philosophers,
Hawthorne, Alcott, Emerson,
Thoreau
Time advances
Folding back over hills
quicker pace, sand and puddles
"tish, tish, squich, tish"
cars whoosh, whoosh
The bird still calling
"ee-yoo, ee-yoo, ee-yoo, ee-yoo"
Hills become flats and flats hills again,
faster, breathing, up, down, faster, breathing
wind rushes through the trees
past the airfield and a plane droning overhead
and up the final hill
breathing, breathing, up, up
Walking, mind clear, walking
stretching hamstrings under a pine tree
quiet, no, be quiet
the pines whisper
shhh
[Left-brain wants everyone to know we ran 6-plus miles.]
down the hill and past the airfield.
A cluster of birds in a clump of tall grass, unseen,
"weet, weet, weet, weet"
wind rustling dead leaves clinging to the pin oak
now drowned out by the whine
the whine of a jet engine
constant whine - parked on the tarmac
whine fading climbing the next hill
"Tish, tish, tish, tish" traipsing over sand-covered asphalt
sand collected on the side of the road
elongated patches formed by the melting snow
thick pads of snow drooping over rocks
Blankets of snow interrupted by bright glowing orange flags
bursting out of the ground
makeshift markers of grand plans
As hills yield to flats a solitary bird calls in the distance
"ee-yoo, ee-yoo"
Wheels on asphalt,
motors whine past,
petrol smell of paint permeates the air -
but only briefly
Stately colonial homes
some long standing, some new
bright light blue, or yellow, or deep green
splashes against the dull browns and grays of the bare woods.
And as the flats yield to more hills
breathing, up, down, breathing, up, down, breathing,
suddenly arrested by the intense quiet of the cemetary
Sleepy Hollow cemetary
Yes, that Sleepy Hollow cemetary
where slumber giants,
Concord philosophers,
Hawthorne, Alcott, Emerson,
Thoreau
Time advances
Folding back over hills
quicker pace, sand and puddles
"tish, tish, squich, tish"
cars whoosh, whoosh
The bird still calling
"ee-yoo, ee-yoo, ee-yoo, ee-yoo"
Hills become flats and flats hills again,
faster, breathing, up, down, faster, breathing
wind rushes through the trees
past the airfield and a plane droning overhead
and up the final hill
breathing, breathing, up, up
Walking, mind clear, walking
stretching hamstrings under a pine tree
quiet, no, be quiet
the pines whisper
shhh
[Left-brain wants everyone to know we ran 6-plus miles.]
3 Comments:
Wow. i really like the way that reads! It has been a long time since I have read or written any poetry! Thanks for getting the right side of the brain off and jogging!
Whoa. So cool:
Yes, that Sleepy Hollow cemetary
where slumber giants,
Concord philosophers,
Hawthorne, Alcott, Emerson
Thanks for the itunes suggestions. I dig it!
For some strange reason I can't leave a comment on your most recent post. Here's hoping the 10-miler went well!
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