Friday, July 1, 2011

The Rooster and the Race

The rooster crowed thrice
and I remembered...

I should have run
I should have run the race
I should have run to win
I knew about the race
I knew I was in it
I knew about the prize
But somewhere
Between

Ready...

Set...

And go.

I forgot the finish

I forgot the line
Between racing and ran
Between the race and what's after
I somehow forgot the purpose of it all

And the rooster crowed thrice.
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7 comments:

  1. Marbles in My PocketJuly 1, 2011 at 8:08 p.m.

    well done! It's so easy to lose your way and forget what it is you're seeking, and where you might find it.

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  2. LenaJuly 1, 2011 at 9:27 p.m.

    Freakin' brilliant. love this one Mark, and I also love the word "thrice" hahaha. The theme of this one really hit home for me. Again, brilliant.

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  3. JingleJuly 1, 2011 at 11:18 p.m.

    cool.
    Nice to see you in the rally.
    have fun!

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  4. AnonymousJuly 2, 2011 at 9:31 p.m.

    Enjoyed this poem. Great imagery, and a brilliant flow.

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  5. AnonymousJuly 4, 2011 at 4:21 a.m.

    Well done, I often feel this way

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  6. AnonymousJuly 4, 2011 at 11:09 p.m.

    I could identify with the message of this poem!

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  7. AnonymousJuly 9, 2011 at 7:19 p.m.

    invite you to take our week 5 writing challenge,
    anything comes to mind would be awesome to share,
    smiles.
    hope to see your in.
    Happy Saturday.

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