Walking Pauses
Poem from todays walk - 3 miles to and around South Norwood Lake and Grounds dedicated to Walk the Walk, raising awareness and funds for breast cancer.
https://walkthewalk.charitycheckout.co.uk/pf/katie-rose
Walking Pauses
Any walk is punctuated by significant pauses,
Places and spaces to breathe amidst pacing,
Rests within rhythm, silence within sound,
Where wonder entwines with wandering.
A stop to smell the roses by the church,
Scented with wistful longing for the singing
Of my choirs and the strains of orchestras
Humming in the mighty chambers of its heart.
The liberation when the clutter of streets
Opens out into an explosion of cloud across sky,
Captured in twilight's molten metallic mirror,
Captivating my meandering mind
In a moment of watery wonder.
An encounter with a feathery formation
Of snoozing ducks, whose camouflaged eyes
Glance at me with glassy suspicion,
Unconvinced by my friendly smiles.
A tug at the heartstrings, a pang of sadness
At the loneliness of a stunted, stooped man
Shuffling painfully along the water's edge,
His solitary circuits lapping the edges of mine.
Ripples of remembrance for the ones I loved
Who walked free of their dance with cancer,
The ones still held in its insistent grip
And the ones who slipped away in its arms.
- They walk on in my footsteps
And they linger in the pauses in between.
Poem from todays walk - 3 miles to and around South Norwood Lake and Grounds dedicated to Walk the Walk, raising awareness and funds for breast cancer.
https://walkthewalk.charitycheckout.co.uk/pf/katie-rose
Walking Pauses
Any walk is punctuated by significant pauses,
Places and spaces to breathe amidst pacing,
Rests within rhythm, silence within sound,
Where wonder entwines with wandering.
A stop to smell the roses by the church,
Scented with wistful longing for the singing
Of my choirs and the strains of orchestras
Humming in the mighty chambers of its heart.
The liberation when the clutter of streets
Opens out into an explosion of cloud across sky,
Captured in twilight's molten metallic mirror,
Captivating my meandering mind
In a moment of watery wonder.
An encounter with a feathery formation
Of snoozing ducks, whose camouflaged eyes
Glance at me with glassy suspicion,
Unconvinced by my friendly smiles.
A tug at the heartstrings, a pang of sadness
At the loneliness of a stunted, stooped man
Shuffling painfully along the water's edge,
His solitary circuits lapping the edges of mine.
Ripples of remembrance for the ones I loved
Who walked free of their dance with cancer,
The ones still held in its insistent grip
And the ones who slipped away in its arms.
- They walk on in my footsteps
And they linger in the pauses in between.
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