She Runs Twisted

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79 thoughts on “She Runs Twisted”

  1. the asphalt of her skin potholed with stories
    of living, dying, and reckless loving..

    Goodness gracious ❤❤ This is absolutely gorgeous writing Magaly 😀 such powerful depiction of character and strength in her soul as she runs through life carrying her battle scars with pride. Beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤❤

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. leaving her beauty-marked with life,
    marking her beautifully towards dying,
    loving her marks with tales of living.

    I love those lines! We are all marked by our living. We can wear them with shame or pride. It truly is in our hands which we choose.

  3. ‘She runs twisted, from life to death,
    the asphalt of her skin potholed with stories
    of living, dying, and reckless loving.’

    These first few lines sums it up well!. Wouldn’t u say it describes us well? 🙂

  4. I don’t think I ever imagined I would read a poem about a road (as woman) written with so much feeling of what it must be like to be driven over daily.

    This was very well-conceived.

  5. Have never read or heard of a road, being described, in such strong and poetic language. Just love the imagery that this poem, is loaded, throughout, Magaly.

  6. “The asphalt of her skin potholed with stories.” What a fantastic line. I wish I had thought of it, smiles. So many delicious lines: “the sun’s a kiss away from setting”, “with music roaring all her hollows full”…..how do you DO that? Fantastic writing. Loved every gorgeous line. And that picture is something else. Wow. It is a feast in here today!

  7. Ms Wicked, you just gave ‘Life on the road’ an unexpected twist… Wind down that window and feel the wind on your face, a journey needs a path and love the way you gave it life.

  8. You are a very sexy writer.

    “She likes it slow in storms”
    “fast when the sun’s a kiss away”
    “with wheels speeding caresses over the surface of her heat”

  9. I must go out in the rain more to get the rain to whittle more poems into my middle! Twisted is really the only way to enjoy life; I am glad you have worked that out with this great poem.

  10. I am glad that I read the poem before seeing the picture below and the words sculptured strange, dark, resilient and superbly beautiful images in my mind…whew…what a celebration of imperfection!

  11. I like, Magaly. Our daughter has run quite a few Marathons, NYC and Paris were here faves. She has scoliosis so we say ‘she runs twisted.’ Yours was a surprise, the picture is perfect.
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  12. That image and your words …..mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…….can feel my fingers carresing every twist and curve….stunningly beautiful XXX

  13. Wow, accomplished depiction and personification of a road! I’m thinking of ways to collect individually printed poems (more like a music collection) and this piece would be a pleasure to have in order to read it again and again. It’s too beautiful to disappear in blog pages.👏👏👏

  14. Phew – what a fast run..gloriously twisty and full of energy like a DNA spiral whirling and loving and hot! ‘She loves it when rain whittles poems into her middle’ – yes indeed..that is the best 🙂

  15. A strong and engaging metaphor here, complete with sensuous and tactile reminders of the variety of our experiences and subjective responses. Great idea and great execution.
    Steve K.

  16. Really really like this poem, Magaly! You got inside a road & ‘drove’ your point home with this poem of many levels. Enjoyed the imagery & the intensity. And the different ways it can be interpreted. Whew – a favorite!

  17. WOW!!! use of imagery – sheer blow mind. I agree this image compliments your poem better that the first one you posted

    A good Sunday to you Magaly

    much love…

  18. She runs twisted in life, in death, in love. I think this may be the best way to run feel all the emotions that life has to offer. I really enjoyed reading this in fact I read it twice, it flows so easily. Just Wonderful!

  19. “She loves it
    when rain whittles poems into her middle,

    leaving her beauty-marked with life,
    marking her beautifully towards dying,
    loving her marks with tales of living.”

    Yes, Yes, wow

  20. I’m so glad Sherry had you play it again. This is a wonderful poem. I think I may like it even more because I’m a woman of a certain age, running twisted. Thanks for this Magaly.

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