Tag Archives: running poems

#run one more

Posted on June 3, 2021 by whimsygizmo

until legs and lungs are soreuntil you’ve evened the score with your busy, bossy brain. just get up with the sun and put on the shoes and choose to run away.

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until your lungs scream until you’ve blown off the steam until the world seems just a little tamer. runwalk four until the sweat pours and the trees store up the last of your secretsand you can run and whisper and scream no more.

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she runs

Posted on May 2, 2019 by whimsygizmo

… {just one} mostly more, but never in a row. she knows she’ll never be a marathon girl or a speed queen, but she’s seen her strong legs fly, and listened to her lungs sing impossible air. .. Written … Continue reading →

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Running Against the Wind

Posted on March 2, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… Just gotta put one foot in front of the other, take another step pull another breath find another song. Just gotta listen to the trees, they know things feet can’t know lungs can’t swallow sky can’t tell. Just gotta … Continue reading →

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The Tao of Tree Shadows

Posted on January 22, 2018 by whimsygizmo

She runs, and whisper-soft, they tell her things. Secrets. The pounding of her own hooves. The bleeding of this indigo sky. The why of silence. She’s got lungs, and legs. She’s got this air and these miles. She’s got nothing … Continue reading →

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Walking with Wolves, Listening to Trees.

Posted on January 18, 2018 by whimsygizmo

She started the morning with smoke detectors alarming, dissident daughter disarming her silence. But the trees shed some leaf-secrets, and there’s a reminder in the road that even when we walk lone, we’re not alone. ..

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little breaths

Posted on January 17, 2018 by whimsygizmo

she runs one ………{mile} just to see the sun smile just to find a new and quiet start just to spill the beatings of her heart to the pavement one slow footpound at a time. just one. just to feel … Continue reading →

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run two

Posted on September 13, 2017 by whimsygizmo

{.5} lungs full of glue, but alive and well and ready again to pound these morning streets. set rhythm of feet and rasp to go, then do, and take up the task of shred-treading on through. sun beat us today, but … Continue reading →

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i am 5am

Posted on August 25, 2017 by whimsygizmo

the zen of all sky, no sun. first breaths, and livening of lungs. i am slow beat of heart and feet, rhythmic pull of chest. i am fast (g)race, unmetered pace, blurred face and untamed. blessed.

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Run Four (and a Little More)

Posted on August 24, 2017 by whimsygizmo

in the humidity. in the humility. in the hummm-idity of a new day. through the rainy breeze. through the whispering trees. through the raging seas of your own crazy brain. run four (and a little more) to clear your mind. … Continue reading →