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Still going in the right direction. I think I need to add in a little more (as in, add in) cardio. I haven't been on a real bike ride in ages.

Just so you, my kind, and gentle readers are aware, I do recognize that sometimes my opinions are best left unstated.

I just don't often have the desire to leave them unstated. This week, however, I'll give them a rest, and look more to my creative side.

A Poetic Poem of Prose, Crows, and Nicely Placed Rows

The hardened iron edge of the concrete pier
Smoldered in the afternoon sun
A stark contrast to the cool, green water it is designed to protect against
Darkened by the weathering
Its faintly oxidized yet polished smooth surface
Soaked in the heat of the day
While the river breeze blew cool above it
And the water ran cold below

Abnormally hot weather has been the theme of the summer
Heat, at times to the point of being an effective oppressor
Against the whims, and whiles that we might otherwise spend our time on
Hot as an iron, would be too precise of a metaphor
Laziness often overrides the desire to make full use of these summer days

But here we were
Looking out upon the river, flowing swiftly before us
You pulled your dress down on your legs as you found a seat
On the hot iron edge
Unphased by how hot it seemed, or how dirty it seemed, or what the birds seemed to had left behind
Which seemed so odd to me

But there you were
Seated on the edge of the river, flowing swiftly before you
Your red hair reflecting the sun
A stark contrast to the cool, green water that you were positioned against
Lightened by the summer weathering
It frames your polished form
The grace, and beauty
Soaked up by the world that you gift it to
While the river breeze blows through your hair

And here you were
Laughing, and enjoying the day
Smiling, and whiling away
The summer breeze
With your sunburned knees
And me

And the boat
Drifting along the river shore
The cool river kissing your skin
With the mist from slapping waves
And the summer sun kissing your skin
With the heat from golden rays
As we while away the day

And me
Being who I am
Capturing the moments of you as I see them
Your smile
That look
And how the light of the sun sparkles in your hair
Blown by the river breeze

But our conversations won't be of these
Details that I note, in words, and photographs
We will talk of things more grand
Of life, and love, and future plans
But in my mind nothing stands above
The details that I see
In you, in life, and in the images that I seize
When you give me that look
Yet I know you enjoy
The moments that I spend capturing these

And here you are
Laughing, and enjoying the day
Smiling, and whiling away
The summer breeze
With your sunburned knees
And me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BTW, Crows is used as a verb. So if you're thinking this has nothing to do with crows, you would be mistaken.