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Endure
by Alison McKenzieInto frigid waters
I sprint,
Shocking my soul to the core,
Losing all breath.
It is not the land
That holds me, solid.
It is not the sky
That floats me, ebullient.
It is not you,
Your hands,
Or your love,
That embrace me.
It is this race,
This running,
That animates me
And burns beyond my heart.
It is in the bolt of dissolution
That I liquefy,
Become the glimmer
Of timeless being;
And endure. 12/10/2009 Posted on 12/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/11/09 at 12:24 AM Ebullient is now the word of the day, just barely eeking out a win over alacrity. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/11/09 at 05:46 PM ...i agree w/ vince, plus, i loved the line-breaks, that snaps a reader in a loaded, loving way...life is in jaunts from here to there...from sprinting into frigid waters...then the tie-up at the ending stanza...pure ali. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 12/11/09 at 07:41 PM Your words always make me see things a little clearer Alison.... lovely work here. |
| Posted by Peggie Eng on 12/12/09 at 05:19 AM Quite lovely... |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/13/09 at 04:10 PM ..... exceptional..... |
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