Runner

 

Heart beats

Outside temperature fifty-two degrees

Fresh lungs

Pull and push oxygen

In and out, In and out

Lap one, twenty to go

 

Legs tired

Aching chest

Match pounding feet

Ten down, nine to go

 

Sweat pours, eyes sting

Runner stumbles

Time to quit?

No, Not yet

Need to run the course

Breathe in, breathe out

Fifteen down and five to go

 

Wipe eyes, no use

Breathe in, breathe out

Broken record plays in mind

One to go, one to go

 

Vision blurry

Finish line in sight

Runner passes and collapses

He made it, he made it

Life lesson learned.

One down, many more to go

 

My Lady in denim green.

 

Her hands dipped below

Her denim skirt of green

And she flashed me

That thousand Watt smile

In our garden to be.

 

We’d both knelt

To retrieve a rose of mint

That’d lolled upon the greensward path

Of our garden to be.

 

I know not the name

Of my lady in green

But I returned that smile

She’d gifted me

In our garden of green.

 

With a peck on my cheek

She jumped to her feet

And away she skipped

Down the greensward path

In our garden to be?

 

 

On Chills of the Mourning Mist

 

I walk these roads of mine

Not caring where humanity has gone

There’s no one here except you and I

As far as importance goes

 

We give our tears to the earth

Then skip away as lovers do

Not noticing as satin roses

Grew and grew

 

Death called your name

Through that blackening dream last night

And carried you away

On chills of the mourning mist

 

It left me behind

To wander these roads of mine

Giving rise to my pondering

Of an age old question

Of how a love like ours

Ever existed