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Walking Home


Gyrfalcon

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Walking through my life,

Ducking in and out of rain,

Feeling and not acknowledging

The day's clear chill.

 

Droplets of water,

Sparkling in my hair,

Pausing to feel the stinging bite,

Of the breeze against my skin.

 

Breathing deep, near Subway, suddenly

Hungry before moving on

Muscles working and flexing

Propelling me into the future.

 

Break into a sprint,

Slam the button as green

Turns to amber to red

Just in time to cross.

 

Impatient to be warm

And home, no ten minute

Wait as I cross the intersection

And again, forming an angle

 

Crossing a bridge, over a stream

Of metal, white to black, red and blue

Wind whipped higher, breathe deeply

Of cold clear air and enjoy feeling.

 

Sensations and being alive, the crisp

Breeze, the seldom-seen sun on my skin

The feel of rain pattering against my face,

And the warmth of movement.

 

I look up at the now blue, now gray sky,

And breathe in the now clear, now scented air,

And listen to the heartbeat of the city,

And its good to be alive.

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Excellent poem Gyr, I'm glad you posted it. Dismisses the use of systematic rhyme structure in favor of a narrative of 7 verses along with a brilliant thought provoking conclusion. Might I also say that the theme of the poem a white rose in a field of red, wonderfully positive and refreshing. Keep up the good work.

 

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I enjoyed it quite a bit. That's a form of poetry that littel recognize these days. Most view rhymes as poetry, it's refreshing to know, and read otherwise.

 

Thank you.

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  • 2 weeks later...

I'll leave structural analysis to others more erudite than I - I knows what I likes, and this is one of 'em.

 

I felt swept along on the rush home - you kept my interest and my inner eye focused through out.

 

I've liked every poem of yours I've read - which I could see more... (hint, hint).

 

 

 

-Peredhil

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