To Jog at 5 AM

March 19, 2010
By ThatBlondGuy SILVER, Mableton, Georgia
ThatBlondGuy SILVER, Mableton, Georgia
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Before I’d call it morning
But past the point I’d call it night
Every day I wake from murky dreams
To an impatient alarm’s clock’s scream
And the snores of a sleeping sun.

I amble awkwardly, jerkily, sleepily
To a silent kitchen and
Tug open the door of a wheezing refrigerator
And chilled light blossoms in the darkness.

I sip on bottled water like most might sip on wine
For a moment accompanied by the fridge’s grumbles
Before I dive into the bowels of this dark and silent house.

I bind my feet with elderly sneakers
And soothe my thighs with shorts that breathe
I pull on a mysteriously moist windbreaker
And exit through an unlocked door.

I inhale as though I’m breathing ice
As the chilly breeze tugs sensually at my clothes
And my skin tightens and purples and shivers
I kick into motion with sore limbs and a dull mind
And chase after the night.



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on Jul. 27 2010 at 5:40 pm
Alcanno DIAMOND, Mexia, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"If you love life, don't waste time, for time is what life is
made up of."

-- Bruce Lee

I can't believe no one has commented on this amazing poem - I love it! Its super relatable and I love your personification and word choice.. I love to run to, but the  way you described it made me look at running in a whole new light. Great stuff.


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