Exercises in patience pt. 2 – Presidential poetry & call for participation

Todays’ poem is unsurprisingly inspired by the election in US, but I also took something from the walk of the morning where I counted thousand steps to try and slow myself down. The aim wasn’t to make a perfect count (I’m fairly sure I skipped from 729 to 780 somehow) but to engage my mind with something that ties with the body in a way that I have to take time for each step. I have been curious about exercises which embody the mind and/or grow thoughts out of that slower pace of existing ever since I realised I don’t really breath while walking because I go way too fast.

Also, as promised – I would love to make this blog a bit more interactive, and I am fond of the thought of poetry letters, which would basically mean that if you want, take a part of my poem and respond to it – or write the same situation from a different viewpoint (like, what was the hedge thinking when I was there counting my steps all enlightened!) I will post your poems if you want them published here alongside with mine. Respond to poem here > >

Or if you want to contribute in a different way –

Send me an image to engage with > >

Request a theme or a word that I have to include within a poem > >

A THOUSAND STEPS (4th of November 2020)

Today, the big man with power behaves

as if he couldn’t lose

he won’t lose, he has promised to those whose votes

were cast for him 

but mostly I think he has fallen in love with power

maybe we should make him the space president, king of Jupiter

to satisfy that hunger because where else can he

like dough rise and expand

until there is no more room left?


Then I wonder whether we choose this world, if we upkeep it with the things we do –

I was interviewed about mental health the other day and wanted to keep it under mere first name

to not claim a personal space but that reason wasn’t good enough

I could either say I won’t stand up with my face because I am ashamed, afraid or a public figure

or then I could say it’s the full me, all of me and I will claim what I say

but I don’t want to make this about me


and then they called in with a photographer


but I was out on this road which crosses emptiness, stone walls, dry hedges

counting my steps to practice my breathing

and my patience  


don’t take my picture, it’s not my space – we want stories with a personal touch

but it’s not the time for them

somewhere across the ocean they count votes

for US president

I count a thousand steps

to slow down

to be on time  

for whatever comes next.

Published by jennitiera

I'm a playwright & poet from Finland and in love with Ireland. My work is often beautiful and disturbing, and some of the writers I've been compared to are Suzan-Lori Parks, Sarah Kane, Virginia Woolf - to name the three I'm most aspiring to reach while learning more about how words, rhythms, sentences, ideas, embodiments and wilderness tie together as works of literature.

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