Walking words

When solo long distance walking in remote areas over long periods of time, words drop & organise themselves into the beating of heart & feet & breathing rithym as you pass above the ground….

 

Hard black

Brown bog

Beats

Upon

My seeded feet

And fevered

Heated head

Fast dyed

In purpose

Self steaded

Line on line

In stuttering foot-fall-time-on-time

First and last ended

On grit stone.

 

Deep shaded

Green now,

Pine needles hang

In knit-one

Spin-one

As like

As ‘appen

As maybe.

 

Balanced  pebbled poems

Smoothed

And turned

By timeless

Tired 

Feet

Each-and-everyone

Now

Long passed and

Forgotten

Upon the hard black brown bog….Image

 

 

 

 

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