The Walker
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I walk for my health
As per my doctor
Walk but walk
At a natural pace.
I see walkers walking
With the company
Of friends
I guest to keep
Themselves
From boredom.
I walk alone
Like the lone wolf
Lupus, El Lobo
Just me and my creator
Why do you walk alone?
I am often asked.
I walk alone to focus
On my thoughts
Nourishing my mind
looking into my soul
concentrating
On my destination.
Like the lone wolf
That focuses solely
On the art of the hunt
To capture his prey
Satisfying his thirst
For blood
And the flesh
He needs for his survival
I focus solely
On my prey
Reaching my destination
To finish the walk,
For upon my set goal
I'll thank God.
Maneuvering an about face
Returning to
The beginning of my trek
Slowly one step at a time
As the mild winds
Of the evening
Rinse my body's soul.
William. I enjoyed reading your fine poem today. It refelects the walk with God, just you and the spirit. Reflecting your soul purpose just to
set your mind, body and soul free.
My kinda walking, William; companionship along the way is good but alone with your Creator and the natural world is even better. So many ways in which to read this one, all of them a tonic. xx
Before we invented the infernal fossil fuel guzzling commuting contraption with all its luxurious amenities, most people walked as part of daily life. Walking allows the thought processes to operate well, especially when alone. I miss the long walks I used to take, alert to nature and with no other purpose in mind. To look at walking like some kind of programmed exercise to meet some kind of "goal" for the day, is a travesty of our times when everything is multitasked and required by our doctors.
Walking is good for one's health; and being alone while walking can refresh our minds and think more clearly. I love how you set the atmosphere in this, comparing yourself to the lone wolf.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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I Walk Alone In That I Thank (God)
For: My 2 Hands, Brain Intelligence
Wit Carry it Off,Brawn Muscle To
Back It Up....
As If (God) Gave Me Anything Else:
It Was Is His Gift Of Misery...
As For Those Who Haunt,Taunt Me,
Try Kill Me: You Alone Dare Not
Cross My Path!!
As For You My Friend Bonilla Do Not
Declare UR SELF a Cripple...
You Are as Old as You Feel, You Are As
Mentally Retarded As You Think,You Are
As Strong As Your Broken Link In Between
How You Do Think As Write...
TRASK...
Diana...
set your mind, body and soul free.
Ron
budd
Love ya!
Jane
John Michael
thought provoking read
Sandie