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A couple weeks ago I posted an audio version of poem I wrote called "Abide". Someone of you seemed to like it. I really enjoy spoken word poetry and listening to poetry readings, so I thought I'd try another. Hope you like it!
I dig my heels deep and hard into the pulse and pace of a pulmonary valve bursting wide
I was born with the restless heart rate of a runner
I was born running
This pavement hears my pleas
It bears the full weight of all my angst and agony without relenting
It reaches up and pulls me into peace
An embrace as solid as the concrete that calls me home to someplace unknown
I was born running
I dig my heels hard and deep into the pulse that runs in search of poetry and my pace quickens into a prayer
If you enjoyed poem and/or the podcast, consider supporting my work by Buying me a coffee or by becoming a Patron.
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By Duane Toops
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A couple weeks ago I posted an audio version of poem I wrote called "Abide". Someone of you seemed to like it. I really enjoy spoken word poetry and listening to poetry readings, so I thought I'd try another. Hope you like it!
I dig my heels deep and hard into the pulse and pace of a pulmonary valve bursting wide
I was born with the restless heart rate of a runner
I was born running
This pavement hears my pleas
It bears the full weight of all my angst and agony without relenting
It reaches up and pulls me into peace
An embrace as solid as the concrete that calls me home to someplace unknown
I was born running
I dig my heels hard and deep into the pulse that runs in search of poetry and my pace quickens into a prayer
If you enjoyed poem and/or the podcast, consider supporting my work by Buying me a coffee or by becoming a Patron.