Race_9togo
Race_9togo
Oct 15, 2022

Appreciation

I was once immortal,
back before my heart said otherwise;
I was a king
of skill and work and hard, hard play
until the world caught up
to tell me ‘no’.

I walked sacred hills
climbed mountains tall as reaching stars,
swam in oceans so full of life they glowed
and cut my way through jungles
to discovery of ancient empires
old when the world was still young

I trekked through cities meshed in age
I built their frantic networks with light
and lived in others still shining from their birth,
built machines to run them,
crossed towns where locals lazed away their time
and farmlands rolling through centuries of peace,

I ran busy restaurants,
fished climbing rolling swells
planted trees for profit,
ran down white waters
and smooth old rivers languid with age,
streams rushing in from wilderness

I’ve fought and killed and fucked my way
across this planet,
been shot and stabbed, loved and cherished
through decades of wonder and elation
at this strangeness we call life,
survived the very worst,
embraced the very best,
And still, it’s not enough.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: back from another bout of illness...Covid this time.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Region, Country: Earth Vicinity (within a five light-year radius), ZZC

Favorite Poets: John Donne

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Comments

Geezer

to hear of your illness but elated to see your comeback. It sounds like you did a lot of reading while you were down for the count. That is the way I would describe your trek around this world. Either that, or your world tour was done via the internet!
At any rate, I'm glad that you are back for more of this thing called life. Good job! ~ Geezer.
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Rosewood Apothecary

I’m sorry you were feeling ill. Poem is spectacular. Check the typo on the title. I dig the theme. I just dig the whole thing ya know.

Do you listen to Spock’s Beard?

Tim

S

You know it matters not how far our journey takes us when it comes to an end I suspect all we will really want is the chance to take one more step. See there? your poem made me think lol

Race_9togo

always want to take just one more step, do just one more thing.
Glad I made you think, lol.