Friday, September 19, 2008
poetry dmp happened last week (on 11 sep, of all days) and this week (18 sep).
and i was really glad that i took it, even if it took away 2 thursday afternoons and many people decided not to go for it.
it proved to be the motivation, but more importantly, the spark which i needed to start writing again, after a hiatus of months, only writing sporadically for school submissions and all.
and it helped me write poems like this.
this is dedicated to all rafflesian runners, and by that i don't just mean the rugby, cross-country or athletics people -
but simply anybody who runs and feels that sense of carefree-ness and peacefulness as you take both your mind and body to a higher place.
it may not be the best piece of literature you'll see, but it was pretty heartfelt.
and sometimes that's all that really matters.
Intangible
The Raffles field -
A vast expanse of
Green plastic blades
Black rubber bits
White painted lines
Stretching beyond
The limits of the human mind.
As the wind gently caresses my back,
Whispering in my ear,
Beckoning for me to follow,
I look again at the space
Between myself and the endless horizon.
And it is only then that I realise
As I start to run
Limitlessly, tirelessly -
This, is where men can fly.
This, is where my spirit belongs.
This, is where I call home.
This,
Is freedom.
and it really is something intangible.
spirit.
running.
freedom.
never choose between any one of them.
choose all three.
Thanks to all the blogs i referred to (countless) for html code help :) (esp. cyn' and sixseven)
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