A Little Poetry for Your Soul

After surviving the first week of classes, stressed by senior nostalgia (sad that I've already felt such sad things..) way more than the classes themselves, I worked all weekend, had a couple of random dance parties in the halls, and did a bit of reading and writing. I bid farewell to my weekend with a night run with my dear friend, Brittany Sehr tonight. I must say that it was the most emotionally refreshing runs I have had in a long time - so much so that as I was running, I was writing poetry in my head. It may be cheesy, so this is your warning to stop reading now if you don't approve of such things. What follows is the poetry that I spilled out after returning to my room at approximately 10:42 p.m. in no mood to do practical homework.


Night Run

10:00 p.m.
A cover of darkness
broken only by moonlight, streetlamps, headlights
and the cool breeze
that gives
life
to your steps
and carries you with song to another time, another place.

Music.
A random play list,
each song a new rhythm, voice, mood
strumming out a
memory
that you retreat to
and relive with the music, your steps, and your shallow breathing.

Run.
Pound out each memory,
running not from it, but to it, for it, and through it
until you find yourself
lost
in the realization
that life is a song, a run, a poem - beauty.




If that's not enough poetry for you, take two!!! :P



To it, For it, Through it

Get up and run.
Grab a friend,
don't be shy.
Make her step yours,
and his your guide.
Each pace is different
but fitting,
a story a struggle,
a plea, or praise.
Feel the pull
and reach to push.
Run it out,
finish first.

Breathe each smell,
smell them new.
As you take it in,
appreciate it too.
Keep on going,
you cannot stop.
Feel the energy
and run the dream.
Believe you can,
let each breath sing.

Look around you,
open your eyes.
The lights of a semi
a beautiful surprise.
The river holds the moon
reflected for you,
and the trees,
they are dancing,
celebrating too.

Listen to the sounds,
a song each their own,
playing to your step,
taking you home.
Your music is one
with the sounds of the night.
Run for now, for tomorrow,
and for all that is right.
Cross the threshold
and know that you are done.
Smile and rest
and wake to meet the sun.



OKKKKKK. That's all I've got for tonight (well this morning I guess it is now). I'm off to catch a bit of that rest I mentioned before week two of classes is upon me.