Horizontally stretched in opposite direction
A runner’s stance – orchestrated
to go the distance.
Measuring her (stride)full -breath
each vibrating tentacles
evoking the wind
There are earthquakes, of explosions in all directions
no isolated acts in tragedie
each mother’s child
Just a step in way of bombing blows of9’11
Just a gunshot away of Walter Scott
Run with me-
Her elbows are rubbed in hope’s grease
her heart pumping in endurance
and though darkness has comes
She has no legs to run
her eyes glare at the finish
her strength arose from the rims of despair
Running to a
that place where hurt shall be no more
Running to the trees touch that sky
running for her freedom
running because I count too!
Running for my life
Running,
laying,- aside my fears
Running. to grow my trees,
again…
This poem is inspired by: Oklahoma Bombings, Events9’11 and the current tragedy in “Nepal”
http://kfor.com/2015/04/26/thousands-of-oklahomans-gearing-up-for-oklahoma-city-memorial-marathon/
A Poet's Vision 
we must keep running, for oursleves and for those who cannot run.
loved the powerful intensity of this piece
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indeed esp.for those who cannot run-thank you Elle
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Reblogged this on Mother Bethel Poetry Ministry and commented:
Last- Sunday’s message of Hope- Peace and much Love
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Very powerful ❤
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I think poetry should embody the time. It’s good they were not forgotten.
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I agree well said, -theunualbeauty
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I wrote a poem about what is happening now. You can see it on my blog.
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okay I’ll check it out..
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