Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Ode to the gym: A sonnet

Ode to the gym and its hamster machines,
Where sweat, not love, drips onto the floor.
And bleary-eyed faces, as though in a dream,
Just keep circling and circling for more.

Ode to the worker, who each day at noon,
Chips away at her unyielding routine.
Where meaning is found in a glaze of tunes,
And Fox News full blast on TV screens.

Ode to gym and the peace that I find,
With nowhere to go and nothing to see.
Read magazines till my conscience goes blind,
And circle until my legs are set free.

Hearts beat in hopeful pursuit of each run,
In static frenzy we find our own fun.

6 comments:

  1. Thats slightly depressing....

    Good vibes keep getting sent your way! Feel better soon!

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  2. Wonderful!
    The confessions of a trapped and once free spirit before the conversion is complete. Still longing for her life not yet forgot.
    Beware the wheel, it can be mesmerizing. :)
    Do you remember Steve McQueen in 'The Great Escape'? They couldn't break him. You won't be confined for ever.

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  3. Hmmm -- the great escape -- was 1963. It's true though. Great movie.

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  5. Anonymous7:33 PM

    hi miss.witzke its haylee hope your having fun we all miss you. send me back

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