My running route in Hong Kong.
There are roads—
paths I know by heart.
Up and down and up and down,
I run.
End to start.
There are paths—
friends I pound apart.
Fast and slow and fast and slow,
we go,
with no restart.
There are friends—
routes of little art.
Loud and soft and loud and soft,
we talk.
They know my heart.
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Nostalgic! It’s amazing how you get attached to places :)
Yes, indeed. There are running routes around the world that are close to my heart.
Glad to hear from you, Subh!
Very nice meaningful poem! We always get attached to some places for one reason or another. Sometimes more so when we travel (for some strange reason, not too sure how to explain this).
That’s a good poem, Jess! Well done! :-)
Question: why is it tagged with cardiovascular diseases?
A good question, Subhan! Haha. That’s what Zemanta suggested I use, so I went with it. I suppose running can relate to cardiovascular disease, and is a term likely used in Google searches?… I’m glad you liked the poem. :)
Ah, I see, hahaha. Sure, write some more. Would love to read them. :-) BTW, the post I was telling you about yesterday has just been published. When I said my blogging schedule is every Thursday, that means Australian time, so I guess it is still Wednesday for you, because you are residing in the US, yes?
Yes, it’s still Wednesday here. And I’m on the late side of US time! I will look at your blog very soon! Hope you’re having a great day. :)
You too, Jess! Have a wonderful evening! :-)
Your talent continues to rise. You are a poet …and a writer. Keep writing!
Thanks, Dad. Your faithful reading and comments mean a lot. You are my greatest support!
Magnificent work!
You are too kind. Thank you for the comment!
Love this. Well said. New places are great, but there is always something very comforting about running on a path of a known “friend.”
I got to thinking about all the familiar routes I’ve had in the past few years—in Chattanooga, Taiwan, Hong Kong, here. I love these roads. Thanks, Elyse.
Superb poem. There are roads, and paths in front of each of us, some of them with name, others without names. We have to choose which path to take. Regards. jalal
Thank you. You are so right. I’ll be posting on that topic soon, actually. “The Road Not Taken” is a superb poem by Robert Frost that relates to this topic, and to which we can all relate. Thank you so much for your compliment and for commenting!
Well said – in so many ways true and poetic! It has that Emerson flavor I love so much because of what it does not say.
Thank you. You are too kind. The best poetry is that which forces us to read between the lines.
Ah, I like this! So simple, true, and well said.
I like your work.
Thanks, Nate. As always. You are too kind.
Love the feeling and rhythm of your work. Well-written.
Thank you. You are kind.
Nice run! Knowing that all paths lead back to self. Stay loose and relaxed, ease into life. :D
I like that thought. Thanks for all your kind comments. They mean a lot!
You keep amazing me with good writing! :) I enjoy stopping by on your blog, though I have never met you I feel I somewhat know you based on your writings Jessica. It`s pretty neat! :)
Thank you, Harald! That is very kind of you. It’s fun to get to know people through their writing. It’s about time I caught up with your blog again, too! Thanks for stopping by. ;)
Such a beautiful verse Jessica!
Thank you for stopping by my blog earlier and leading me to this :-)
Thank you! That means a lot. And I’ll be back by your site again soon! :)
Is this the road that goes up to the lookout in Hong Kong? I think I’ve been on that road.
Hi! I know what road you’re thinking about, but, no, it is not. This is out in Clear Water Bay. All of the roads *do* look pretty similar, though!
I love this!
Thank you, Martyn! So do I. :)
Wonderful poem that takes me to at least a dozen places I’ve known simultaneously, thanks for sharing it.
And thank *you* for commenting! I’m glad you can relate. This poem takes me to many place, too–places around the globe. It’s wonderful.
*twothumbsup*
Thank you!
This is lovely. Did you have a tree in your garden growing up, or a favourite tree in a nearby park?
Thank you! I grew up in a small country town with nature everywhere. So no special tree, really, but I sure do love being outdoors!