I ain’t never had no runner’s high.
My pursuits reside in the realm of sedentary.
I only run a length when chased.
My sprinting speed quite ordinary.
A life threatened makes for haste.
I know not of a runner’s high.
Any effort to escape,
Will likely rupture my left thigh.
Maybe I’ll just wait a bit,
Until the opportunity arrives.
Running is a game for fools,
While walking satisfies.
A special thank you goes out to my friend Evangeline Vickery. A continual supporter of my writing and bloggery. Always at the ready to help out. Thanks for forcing me to create a total fiction. I’ve had many highs in my days, but a runner’s high hasn’t been one of them.
Poemvember 2018, is a month long poetry project where colleagues, friends, and associates volunteer a word or phrase, which I in turn fashion into a poetical response. I have great fun exploring all the possibilities that are volunteered, and enjoy collaborating with people whether they are writers, poets, or readers.
If you enjoyed this post, stay tuned for tomorrow, as it will be the last day of the project, which will soon to be followed by a new month long project: The ProCrasstheNation.com Advent Calendar Blog. Give me a month, and I’ll give you 25 Mysterious Decorative Doors. What awaits behind each day’s door? Well, you’ll have to click the door links to find out. Please join me for what promises to be a fun month of poems, stories, and a few Christmas Surprises.
If anyone is in the Metro Boston area on December 7th, please consider joining me, and my best friend, the West Coast Bandit, as we attend a night full of entertainment for a great cause at: Don’t Forget Your Art!
There is a strong rumor that I will be performing a previously unpublished piece.