Ben Paynter

Veteran Poet - 1,701 Points (Midwest)

Morning Run 7: 00 A.M. - Poem by Ben Paynter

Leaves fall, the wind
no longer chained runs wild
a mad dog on the loose
Cerberus is laughing
underneath it all.

It all falls down, a branch
below my foot, a leaf
onto the ground, a raindrop
onto dry cheekbones

“where are you going? ”
the wind says with a laugh
“and what will you do
when you get there? ”

A hammered nail,
a foot pressed
to the ground
is not falling.

I press on

Comments about Morning Run 7: 00 A.M. by Ben Paynter

  • (11/8/2007 1:11:00 PM)

    This really struck a chord Ben - having pressed on for 26 miles earlier this yr! brought back memories of early morning training runs - at one with the elements...aware of all that is above, below and beyond...great personification in this exhilarating write. Justine. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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