Umstead 100

Bitter cold in pouring rain
Keep dry, keep warm, stay fed, stay sane
The finish line calls my name
The clock, keep pace, to win the game

Through sleet and snow and blister pain
Head up, form straight to minutes gain
Time check, split count, now light a flame
For buckle pride is why I came


Today is Day 10 of the 2018 NaPoWriMo Challenge. I’ve missed the last three days because I’ve been busy running and recovering from Umstead 100 Mile Ultra. The challenge for today to write a poem of simultaneity – one in which multiple things are happing at once. The hundred is a great example of this and I’m sure I could have written about much more simultaneity if I wasn’t now simultaneously suffering from post-100 brain.

Trail Training

To go
But climb uphill

To be
Running with friends

Of Canyons
Spread before me

Scamper along
Scree covered slope

Long ahead
Until day’s end

We are nearing the end of the NaPoWriMo month of challenges. Day 27’s challenge is to write a hay(na)ku a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem.

Flutter By

Butterflies and I cross trails at Volcano Creek
No place better on earth, I’m sure you’ll agree
My legs they run strong
Footfalls meet my heart beat
If I felt any better, a unicorn I’d be

Day 17 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge is to try to write a “social media”-style poem. The poem is about you and you are about what you say, think, talk, eat.
It’s odd that this one stumped me for a bit, but got through it once I thought of what my actual FB post might look like. And, yes, it is all about me.

The Girls on PCT

With broken breath we climb to heights unknown
Beckoned upward above the drifts of snow
Through fields of mule ear, flowers bloom yellow
Open vistas to crystal lakes below
We scamper over loose flat granite rock
Along the thumbs up darkened crag out crop

Backpackers pass head on from distant miles
We nod, slide by, share understanding smiles
Some tell trail tails, and stop to talk a while
While others chug steep up the scree rock pile
Sun beats, wind blows above the green tree line
Legs burn, air thin, as farther up we climb

On ridge between the mountain range beyond
Stands high and mighty crest of Tinkers Knob
We climb to peak, legs ache with angry throb
Still we peruse, inspired by the awe
Now aim well met, to view our just reward
We point downhill and run back toward the car