Finish line,
oh, finish line! Why do
you seem so far away? I thought I
was coming close, but then
you pulled back.
Did I start
with too much aggression?
Moving with steps too large and too fast?
Or is it simply you
testing me?
Suddenly,
then you are there. Open
arms welcoming me home. I made it.
Did it. At last, reached the
finish line.
In this issue, number 69, a poem about a finish line. It came to me while I was running. I did my regular route, but it was just a bit too long ago I ran for the last time. After about a quarter of the planned route done, I was feeling like I had taken on too much. That I had overreached. Been too ambitious. But I know how far I can run, and what my pace is. I knew that if I would simply not give up, I would make it to that finish line. And I did.
PS: the image in the photo, that is what my finish line looks like when I go for a run.
Something for your ears
This week’s poem, Finish Line, is also available in the #trpplffct readings collection:
There are so many great poets out there that deserve to be read. And heard. One of them is known as Dennett. Last year, she was a guest in my podcast:
For a different kind of December tunes, check out our December playlist:
Poetry Elsewhere
Back in 2015, I had the good fortune of visiting Arizona. Being in the desert was quite an impression, and I really loved being there. Even if it was only for a few days. One of the places I visited was Tucson and that happens to be where these three poems are set. Or at least two of them. Read The Road Home (by A Christine Myers).
Sometimes you stumble onto something you can’t quite get at first. It may take you a few tries. And maybe you never really get it, but still you think it’s good and it somehow means something to you. Well, in my opinion, that last part is key to enjoying poetry. It has to mean something to the reader. Or ignite some thinking. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the second poem behind this link, Team Standup, as much as I did.
And finally, if you want to take a trip to Paris, all you have to do is read this poem [Paris, Paris].
Want to read more of my poetry, why not get the ebook Thinking of Europe? Or you could also buy me a coffee. That helps me to open up for inspiration.
