She was promised in a dream that
One could learn to run so swift and pure
That her ears would attune to a
Single divine note, the sound
Of the world itself singing.
But unused to pushing past the
Boundaries of fleshly comfort,
She earned only bitter breathlessness,
Immutable proof of lack of fitness for
The gift of that elusive music.
Today she stands among the throng
Gathered at the marathon’s end,
Seeking in each passing runner’s glance
Evidence of the enlightenment denied her.
If you should see her there, be kind.
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For Poetic Bloomings prompt – It Makes Sense
I’ve just spent over an hour searching for poetry that means something to me. I was about to give up looking when I found your blog and this lovely poem. It made a cry, because I understand what you are saying! You have a way of writing that says what it means without it sounding like something you’ve read before, without preaching, and leaving the reader gently touched with an essence of yourself. It’s not something I find very often. You’ve made my day – I will be visiting your blog again!
Oh wow, Susana – you’ve made my day in return.
I’ve been struggling lately with inspiration to write, so I haven’t been very prolific but I’m making my way back, and your kind words mean a great deal to me. I write because it helps me make sense of the world, or sometimes because I want to take some small nugget of truth or beauty that I’ve found and crystallize it into something that will help me remember it (hence “This Girl Remembers”). I am so happy to know that you’ve found something of value for yourself in what I’ve shared, too. Thank you.
That last line knocks me out of my socks.