Running.
I'm exhausted.
Plunging into the line
and bending in racing winds.
Throwing my skin upwards
as it rips by me
like lightning.
Daggers of droplets
permiate my muscles
speeding up my pace.
Running.
I'm terrified.
Thunder's celebration
blasting the ear
and forcing me deeper.
Author notes
Picture inspired.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration VII by Samplette.
1000 points, ended June 7, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A pleasure to read.
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This reminds me of a storm you did a very nice job trying to get away from it before it hits thanks for sharing and congrats on your Hm much luck always
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A well written piece of poetry. The picture took you out of the box. Nicely written. Thank you for entering.
Sam
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I did a marathon a few weeks ago and the strong combination of words that you use strike a cord with me. Well done.
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