you incite me to chorus

A sonnet and things

first, here's something i wrote the other day. I've been so busy, that writing isn't easy for me as it once was, how sad. but i refuse to let my spark die. (of course, it's sad, would you expect anything else?)

sonnet 11798



What solemn steps, his tread through the streets, weaves
through valleys, shadows, death. He fears only
the morning journeys, the idle chatter
on stranger-lined pathways to hospital,
where he will wait judgment. Soon, his functions
will fade from flashes meant to cure, too soon.
I watch his steps with back towards the sun
rising. He stumbles. I wince, pray his legs
steady; call out to him in instinct. He
hears me not. In car I pass this man on
sidewalk, walking West. In him, I picture
Grandpa: his same processions in face mask.
I think to this man to change directions.
I know the consequences of this walk.

okay. so that was my sonnet in blank verse.

what else? I've been exercising a lot more lately. getting up at 6:30 each morning to run 1, 1.5 or 2 miles. i love coming back and taking a cold-ish shower. i love the feeling of accomplishment when i see my car and my house on the return. I also have grown a love affair with yoga. more for its stretching purposes than it's meditative purposes...i've found that the repetive slow motions work up a nice sweat, and then as you're warming up your muscles, you're stretching them at the same time and it's pretty nice.

i still dont like it here, in case you're wondering. i still want to go back to chapel hill where things seemed a little more simple.

okay. off to do some yoga, then reading then sleep. got 2 miles to conquer in the morning.

posted by De'La @ 9/14/2005 08:20:00 PM