Wednesday, November 25, 2015

A Morning Run. Comments

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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'.
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Terry Craddock 25 June 2016

'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

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Edward Kofi Louis 26 February 2016

A power walk! With the muse of the day. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Simone Inez Harriman 26 November 2015

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.

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Douglas Scotney 25 November 2015

good variation on the list poem, Michael, plus a bit of humour, which goes down well

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Kumarmani Mahakul 25 November 2015

Wow..so amazing expression we find in this poem. Having glance of stop watch in sport is interesting. Nice sharing...10

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