The midsummer sun shimmers golden
Over eastern hills. I grab my shoes and run,
As the world releases the remaining tendrils of the dark.
The Douglas fir throws shadows long and dark
And fields of summer wheat gleam golden,
As loping on and on for miles I run.
While the cock is still crowing I run
On a path that is dappled and dark,
Through my world with a compass golden.
When the day dawns golden, I run, and the world doesn’t seem so dark.
This is my first attempt at a tritina for Yeah Write’s December poetry slam.
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Well done!
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Thanks. It took forever to write. Lol.
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It’s tougher than you think it will be. My first attempt will be posted tomorrow.
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I look forward to reading it.
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Running (or hiking, in my case) in early morning or late evening has such a particular feel. You captured it well.
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Thank you. Writing it made me wish for a summer day.
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I really loved this line: On a path that is dappled and dark,
Something about it makes me think of Robert Frost
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Thank you. That’s something to aspire to. 🙂
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“as the world releases the remaining tendrils of the dark” is my favorite line. I like how it makes the Earth seem like its been running too.
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Thanks. I wanted to make the world seem alive.
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Outstanding
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Thanks. 🙂
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I love the peace and natural beauty you’ve evoked. That golden midsummer sun! Just what I needed today. 🙂
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Thanks. It seems a far cry from my cold and wet December day. It was fun to visualize and remember, anyway. 🙂
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I like the final line, “When the day dawns golden, I run, and the world doesn’t seem so dark.” It has a feeling of hope to it.
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Thanks. A run tends to make me feel optimistic.
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