Can one scamper like a calligraphist
In a snowstorm?
Or close the door on the trespasses
Of a capitalist?
How many brain cells are reborn just listening
To the natural world around us?
The number of footsteps does it take
For a catharsis
Asked the walking part of the soul?
Does it
Amount to all the it can strain
And more so?
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The number of footsteps for catharsis, I’ll be counting that one a long time. There is so much to like about this poem, “all the it can strain And more so?” is about as good as an ending can get.
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Thanks, Ron. I do a lot of thinking while walking. Hopefully someday it sinks in/catharsis. Your endings must be rubbing off on me!
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great opening image; wonderful poem —
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Thanks, John!! Glad you liked it.
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Great line about the walking part of the soul–both an interesting and good poem!
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Thanks, Diana!
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i’m convinced there is some acupuncture point or points on the bottoms of our feet that shoot sparks up our spine into our mind. I went to an acupuncture once and felt a little lighter like my body wasn’t such a haul to drag around. i’m not overweight but as i’ve gotten older, well, you know how that is.
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I think walking does hit something like acupuncture points. Especially bare foot if you can do it. I tried acupuncture once too, felt good briefly then faded. Maybe if you went on a regular basis it would help more.
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Sadly one can never walk far enough to escape reality.
Wonderful poem, Bob.
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