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.
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.