The Jogger Wore Purple.
The jogger wore purple…
A flash of sharp
defiance to the gold
that watched her pass:
fallen leaves
eschewing slumber,
frolicked round
her feet.
On she ran, she turned
was gone..
an unexpected
spark of life
this downbeat
Autumn
day.
© sweetwater 2021
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Really crisp work here, Sweetwater. The reader can see the scene clearly and I even found myself feeling as if I were the jogger. Which I probably should be. lol
blessings,
jolen
Thank you Joleen, there was only me and my dog in the park as she appeared over the hill with a bright purple top on, she really stood out from all the gold of the trees. I couldn’t believe how fast she reached the bottom and then disappeared from sight. Sue x
They say a poet sees poetry in the mundane. This poem proves it.
Poetry is all around us waiting to be captured and put to paper.
Well done
Alison x
Thank you very much Alison, I think two things stopped me in my tracks ( much to my dog’s annoyance ) the sudden appearance of such a vivid splash of colour and the way the leaves seemed to dance around her feet as she moved. Sue x
Much appreciated Trevor thank you.
I substituted ‘shunning slumber’ in my head as I read it but although it flowed well it seemed for me, to become a bit of a tongue twister, and I quite like to use less frequently seen words if I can.
There is nothing wrong with a longer poem, it gives the reader more of a chance to immerse oneself in it I find, as long as it captures the reader’s imagination. I personally prefer to write shorter ones as I seem to lose my way after several verses. Sue x
A beautiful morning scene visualises in mind’s eye as each line passes by
Thankyou for taking us on a walk or is it a jog…along. Much enjoyed Sue! Best Wishes, Gomathi.
Many thanks Gomathi, I’m very pleased you enjoyed it. No jogging for me I have to admit 🙂 Sue.