Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label running. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

First Love (running through the snow)

All we really had were those shining moments,
    sleeping together
        under the grey wings
            of winter,

Running through the snow
    beneath the sheltering sky
        between long dreams
            and desires for which we
                had no voice.


-Jim DuBois
Summer 1997

Monday, February 1, 2010

Computer Summary Poem #2

When I put my whole blog through the summary function of my word processer, this what it came up with:


Shirt,
40 Short Poems

This poem
Run
Run
Run!!!


a love poem
loving
running


- Jim DuBois + Computer
Dec 20, 2009

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Running Around Eastworks

Running around Eastworks
after Mama's birthday dinner,
we saw the bear!
we ran around the little shack
  with all the poems,
we ran up and down the big hallways.

Watching you reminded me
that it's ok to love.


-Jim DuBois
March 2009

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Many Words on a List

Red
Car
Music
Pizza
love
Day
Pretty
Sky
Blue
Cloud
Dirt
Grass
Run
Run
Run!!!


-Jim DuBois
1999ish

Sunday, September 6, 2009

When You Were Almost Two

When you were almost two,
you and me and Shahana
ran around in Eastworks
while our other people
talked after dinner
at the Apollo Grill.

There was this huge plastic bear
in one of the windows
and I lifted you up
so you could get a better view.
Shahana wanted to see too,
so I picked her up with my other arm
and we looked at the bear together.

We laughed and talked and pointed
and I felt peaceful and happy and content.

I held you guys for as long as I could,
until my arms got tired,
but if I could, I'd be there still,
holding you up to see the bear.


-Jim DuBois
March + Aug 2009

Monday, February 2, 2009

Oberon Returns (Jan 28, 2009)

Oberon returns,
    running full force
    through the veil of worlds,
    wearing his magic white boots
    and gossamer armor.

He breaks through
    into the land
    of snow and ice,
    crouching low
        in the drifts,
    feral and vital,
    hunting, hunting
    for the flower
    with the thousand year berries,
    and the alabaster bones
    of the griffon.


-Jim DuBois

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Just Keep Running

I remember running at Hampshire College...

...through the woods & snow with Cedar,
reckless and excited,
because we could,
and I don't remember why.

...jumping and yelling, like a dog,
behind Amy skiing,
later running in the snowstorm
without a shirt
(and once without my shoes ... brrr)
to amuse & impress her
and just to let out
the energy
of my desire.

...across from Greenwich to Prescott
with Dave and Rachel,
getting tired halfway
and stopping
for a moment in the sun
to say,
"I just realized
that when you get that feeling
that you're too tired,
and can't go on,
you have to just keep running,"
and we got up
and ran.

-Jim DuBois

Monday, January 19, 2009

Walking Shirtless (Sept 17, 2005)

Walking shirtless
up a back trail
at Mt. Tom,
I feel the airy spider-webs
cross my chest

Running back down
I am drenched
by the sudden rain


-Jim DuBois

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Transformations (Dec 15, 2008)

The wolf and the crow
    visited me one winter night,
    whispering,
            "Your true self is waiting,
             Your true self is waiting,"
and I snuck out
    into the cold and dark
where I ate wild grubs
    of the present moment
and foraged for bark
    from the tree of life
until my clothes turned
    brown and grey and green,
    the colors of the woodsfolk,
and I could run one hundred miles
    without stopping
and my wings finally regrew
    and I disappeared into the sky.


-Jim DuBois

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

A Real Life (Dec 4, 2005)

If we told the truth
  it would be a story of:

fucking
fighting
loving
hating
hurting
crying
shitting
sweating
chewing
farting
burping
puking
breathing
pissing
scratching

thinking
talking
swearing
yelling
whimpering
lying
longing
wondering
wanting
cringing
laughing
running
wishing
touching
holding
and
dying


        -Jim