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The reality of who we all are-1989 adjusted 19.4.2013


the runner ©copyright2013owpp

the runner
©copyright2013owpp

The reality of who we all are
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Weary is the runner
Who tried it all.
Nothing that can wrench
A smile from her heart
Has she found

Look and search some more
To run away from
The confinement of her reign.
Spent to the bone
Society lifting her up to hegemony (1)

Weary is she, the runner
Who is a slave to her name
Starting off out of ardor
Never for the claim.
Loosing amity along the track

Collecting honorariums
Thrown at her as a redress
To satisfy her hunger
For fusion and empathy
What is given to the many

Oh! She does find it…
Between two laps of breath
Falling into the trap of poise
The opulence of comfort
The warmth of Kith & Kin

Only to be snatched back
To the constant drill.
Why me, does she ask
Were my choices a delusion
The erratum of my own doing (2)

Speculating she is the only
Stooge life has nominated
The quarry that has stumbled
On a boulder that was waft
On the path of earth

She vows to sleep on these
Wise discoveries with hope
Next day would bring
More reflection and ease
To the happy runner

She wants so much to embody
Still unaware of the cheers
And encouragement of peers
That have been forged by
That same mass hurled

At what became their biography
The journal of their gumption (3)
The teachings available on
The benches of what is solid
The reality of who we all are…

A runner.
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(1)
he•gem•o•ny
n. pl. he•gem•o•nies
The predominant influence, as of a state, region, or group, over another or others.

(2)
er•ra•tum
n. pl. er•ra•ta
An error in printing or writing, especially such an error noted in a list of corrections and bound into a book.
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[Latin err tum, from neuter past participle of err re, to stray; see ers- in Indo-European roots.]

(3)
gump•tion
n. Informal
1. Boldness of enterprise; initiative or aggressiveness.
2. Guts; spunk.
3. Common sense.

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2 responses »

  1. As usual I have my dictionary close by. I was pleasantly surprised with the end notes. It wasn’t until I had completed the end notes that I realized the piece had ended—prior. Or had it? Not foe me? I realized I am done reading when I have looked up the words. Interesting observation of I made about myself today.

    ps. haven’t made strudel yet … THIS weekend 🙂

    Reply
    • I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I try to put the definition of more complicated words. I should put a line at the end, thanks for that observation 🙂
      I didn’t understand ” not foe me?” and the ” interesting observation of I made about myself today” you mentioned?

      Reply

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