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?
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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maybe if it’s once i a while, it’s like not being high for a week and then getting high and it feels REALLY high.
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Haha, I know that feeling.
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strange how each high is different or maybe it’s an update on the heraclitus realization of never stepping into the same river twice?
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Brilliant to tie Heraclitus to getting high. Just brilliant!
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i guess that was a good high. i guess i’ll get high today. thanks!
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Got your letter. Super amazing. Not going to get into details here. Saving that for the return letter.
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oh, great. thanks for letting me know. looking forward to the mail’s arrival even more now!
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Sadly one can never walk far enough to escape reality.
Wonderful poem, Bob.
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Thanks, Chris! I agree, there’s not getting round one’s problems.
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How true.
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I love the image of scampering like a calligraphist in a snowstorm and also the union of walking with writing and/or thinking in this poem. Wonderful as always, Bob!
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Thank you!
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Question after poignant question. There is much to digest here!
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Thank you!!!
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The poem beautifully intertwines abstract thought with the simplicity of walking, creating a meditative rhythm that invites introspection. The imagery of scampering in a snowstorm and closing the door on trespasses evokes a sense of both chaos and control. It’s a reminder of how nature and movement can spark creativity and renewal. Perfect for those who find solace in poetry and the act of walking.
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Thank you so much for the wonderful comment. There’s something about walking that puts me in a meditative place, and I agree, there is a rhythm to walking that invites introspection.
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