(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site. Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)
Day Ten
I cannot keep up
with this river’s flow,
it surely knows more than
I’ll ever knowmy feet in pursuit,
I quicken the pace
even losers are winners
in this race we embraceSomewhere behind us
on a mountain top drop
the ice is in melt
the water can’t stop‘til it reaches the ocean,
the sea beyond port
but I stopped long ago
to compose this reportNo, I cannot keep up –
I’ve grown too slow —
the river knows more than
I’ll ever know
Peace (following it),
Kevin
Being outside is in itself poetic and to be able to capture that in a poem allows you to filter yourself into the picture without a camera. Thanks for sharing this brisk run!
It seems your poem could be a metaphor about life. “ I cannot keep up”!
Yes, indeed. But still, gotta keep on running/walking/going
Different images came to mind: the literal, running alongside a river then giving up from exhaustion; metaphorical, the pace of life quickening as we get older, knowing how it will end, how we won’t get to do everything there is to do, wanting to take note of what we can.
Exactly the imagery I hoped would come through … Thx
I can’t keep up either Kevin. How do we stop the inevitable waters flowing?