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Cycling a Poetic Ride
I will take my old red bike for a ride
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel transported
airborne, floating to a placeless time
in the field, or in the street, nameless
an ecstatic feeling, in words versed
There's a rhyming rhythm that refrains
a high-pitched tune in a long flat revving
as if my bike knows poetic verse to compose
inspiring the rider thru' airy cycling stroll
Published 16th Mar 2024
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16th Mar 2024 10:51pm
Strolling or cycling, the muse of poetry is always there in time and place.. so beautiful and so enlivening your poetic ride! We never get enough of the healing magic of Nature..a pleasure to read. Stay blessed.
16th Mar 2024 10:59pm
It's a fine comment here, much better than a couple of poetic words inspired by a casual ride.
Thanks much dear friend for your constant support,
God bless...
Thanks much dear friend for your constant support,
God bless...
