Steven Federle

Freshman - 605 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Motion - Poem by Steven Federle

My body’s always in motion
running through unseen routines
forcing air, chest rising and falling,
heart-blood coursing
through a million small chambers
to glow red again.

Even at rest
my chest rises to cold air
and drinks it in, clean and clear,
and with heady ambition,
I run,
my aging legs pounding
this treadmill
to nowhere.

But I know this
is a temporary condition.
Soon enough
my blood will congeal and
pool into still, cool wells.

No more will I wake
though bright morning itself
should shake my shoulder
and with swelling song
bid me rise,
for I am not made
for eternity’s day.

Death waits
and will not
be turned away.


Comments about Motion by Steven Federle

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011


[Report Error]