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when i go running
when i go running,
do not call on me.
when i run,
making seven circles, just
before the sun
grows then culls the growth
with oppressive humidity,
making rings,
first one
then two
before spring ends,
you will have me.
through your dark wood i'll return again
below a moon that turns men to wolves
and bestows girls womanhood,
and you will have me
like a poltergeist in windy spring
when i go running,
pulling leaves from swaying trees
with tenderness that moves all things
when you do not call on me.
do not call on me.
when i run,
making seven circles, just
before the sun
grows then culls the growth
with oppressive humidity,
making rings,
first one
then two
before spring ends,
you will have me.
through your dark wood i'll return again
below a moon that turns men to wolves
and bestows girls womanhood,
and you will have me
like a poltergeist in windy spring
when i go running,
pulling leaves from swaying trees
with tenderness that moves all things
when you do not call on me.
Published 3rd Mar 2020
| Edited 5th Mar 2020
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still a work in progress
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3rd Mar 2020 3:21pm
God am unsure you should touch this at ALL, gonezalo. . .
it's deeply moving to the spirit.
it's deeply moving to the spirit.
i'm always appreciative of your feedback. particularly because you see something in a piece of writing that maybe i took for granted.
the perspective is nice. most of what i write isn't planned. usually it starts off as a vague feeling, mixes with things i read or music i hear along the way, and comes out the other end an unplanned rush to get it down before i forget it when i can't ignore the compulsion to write anymore.
i'll take your advice and sleep on it for a while. thanks very much
the perspective is nice. most of what i write isn't planned. usually it starts off as a vague feeling, mixes with things i read or music i hear along the way, and comes out the other end an unplanned rush to get it down before i forget it when i can't ignore the compulsion to write anymore.
i'll take your advice and sleep on it for a while. thanks very much
4th Mar 2020 12:50pm
3rd Mar 2020 11:44pm
Congratulations! This poem has been nominated for Poem of the Month!
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11293/#469877
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11293/#469877
