March 6, 2012

morning jog


dancing lightly across my face
the breeze whispers secrets in my ear

the purplish night starts to fade
as the stars looking down disappear

the trees rustle and start to wake
the birds start their joyous song

this morning starts another genesis
this day is reborn young and strong

sleepily i stretch my weary frame
i raise my face to the rising sun

i fill my lungs with the cool dawn air
and i start my morning run

















copyright © 2012 Kevin Routh



18 comments:

  1. Nice one. Guess I should take inspiration from this to start hitting the gym soon.

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  2. A wonderful poem on rebirth and hope. A very melancholic pic.

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    1. Thanks Philippa! I thought it was an appropriate metaphor for starting fresh... :)

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  3. Great! The "joyous song" really sets the tone for the whole poem.

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  4. I really like the rhyming in this poem and the beat... but I still don't want to go running. LOL! :)

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    1. I originally wrote it as a non-rhyming poem and it didn't flow as well for me. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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  5. What a wonderful poem. I loved reading it.

    Namaste

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  6. This is lovely and a great way to start the day!

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  7. Wonderful poem, speaks to the simplicity of the waking self, ready to challenge it along the road.

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  8. As a jogger who relishes a morning run, I think this is spot on. There is something revitalizing about starting the day with an early bit of exertion.

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  9. The start of a morning full of hope for a better day.

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  10. Oh I love this. A great perk-me-up of a poem. :)

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  11. This is a wonderful poem which captures that early morning run feeling exactly right. Sparing words, no clutter, great.

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  12. That worked out very nicely

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