Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Wall

By Catherine Giordano

A marathon is about 26.2 miles. Many marathon runners report “hitting the wall” around mile 20. The body is exhausted, yet they must push on.

I feel like I have “hit the wall” with news print poetry. It’s been almost 11 months of doing at least one poem taken from a news paper story every day. Every single day.

On Thursday I just didn’t want to do it anymore. None of the stories in the newspaper that day inspired me. Maybe , it was just time to quit.

I forced myself to push on, and I found a poem. On Friday, I got my second wind. I felt a new burst of energy because I found this marvelous story about a mysterious planet-like celestial body. The “celestial seas” and the “orphan planet” are such beautiful poetic images.  It worked on me like a dose of carbs works on a runner.  Read "The Orphan Planet."

Today I was back in the doldrums.

When I lived in New York City, I used to walk over to Central Park to watch the race just a few hundred yards from the finish line. Sometimes I was there to see the winner, but many times I’d be there for the 4th and 5th hour. The runners approaching the finish line at that time were really hurting.  

The viewers, like me, would stand on the side of the road and shout encouragement. It was wonderful to see how it perked the runners up. It gave them the strength to finish.  They picked up the pace and crossed the finish line. 

That’s where I am now with this year-long project. Could somebody cheer for me?  Shout out a few words of encouragement? Help me get across the finish line?

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