A Morning Run. Poem by Michael Walker
A Morning Run.
I was given some hurry-up by some women on a power walk,
having to sprint ahead of them to save face.Gliding down
Golf Road which bisects the Titirangi Course I thought,
'I never made much progress in that pedestrian game- too slow'.
'All The Road Running', by Mark Knopfler was on my mind
when a man stopped his car to ask the way to the clubhouse;
I hope I gave him the right directions. I was then greeted
by an elderly man in a suit walking to the shops.
Another man was intently watching a demolition site.
I noticed his suntan: 'He was probably a builder in another life'.
Then it was uphill on Astley Avenue, passing a retirement village
which I wanted to keep out of: I climbed the hill
before striding along a flat street to the front door latch,
breathless, but pleased when I glanced down at the stop watch.
- 2012. Revised 25 November,2015.
A power walk! With the muse of the day. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The people and situations you pass while you're out there running do conjure up interesting thoughts which make fitness more exciting than in a gym...although stating that I have seen some eyebrow raising situations in the gym...lol. I enjoyed your poem Michael.
good variation on the list poem, Michael, plus a bit of humour, which goes down well
Wow..so amazing expression we find in this poem. Having glance of stop watch in sport is interesting. Nice sharing...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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'After that it was all uphill, passing a new retirement village, which I wanted to keep out of: I never slowed down to a walk. I strode along a flat easy street to the front door latch, breathless, but pleased when I glanced at the stop watch.' love the narrative style of this poem, the uphill to the new retirement village is a gem of a line with implied time definitions, the pause to glance at the clock, the end ritual differential adjusting the meaning feelings culminating in a split second summary of differing run routes taken