Examine the sublime black
of the road: how it steers
the bike as if grooved,
through a cup
of warm air.
Bow over the drops,
tuck elbows and knees
above the sweet flex
and soon the leaves
cracked with autumn
will wish they could
© 2005 Christine Klocek-Lim
Makes me wish I had my 10 speed bike again. Truly transporting. Robin
Robin writes a little like you…I think! Another great one, always lovely to read you and see your photographs too
Lovely one. You take us there, wish we were there.
Robin, thanks! It’s the one thing I truly love to do, especially in the autumn.Plus Ultra, thanks for stopping by. Yes, I do like Robin’s work and I was very pleased to see he’d started a blog.Paula, I’m glad you liked it. I’ve been trying to write a good poem about bicycling for ages, and this is the only one I think that comes close.
Even makes me want to get up off my lazy @$$ and ride!!!
Pat, yes! Get up and get out there, you won’t regret it. Bicycling is cool.
But, all those pounds that have become my personal best friends, I can’t just abandon them…
I got inspired by Don of Conscious Living Blog. He was kind to give us an inside of his poetic journey in LIP. (www.livinginpoetry.blogspot.com). hope you can share ur thoughts on Don
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iamnasra,Thank you for stopping by. I read your interview of Don on LIP and it was interesting and illuminating.
Janet, thank you. Hope things are well for you!
Wonderfully said! I can feel the wind in my face, riding on a cool autumn afternoon in the park. Thanks for commenting on Nasra’s interview with me.
Don,Thanks! . . . and it was my pleasure. It was an interesting interview.