Open Poetry #47 |
The Highway Beckons |
Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
The highway beckons The warm wind whispers of away… Anywhere any direction the Harley heads feeds the need in me My senses fill in the scented wind of open skies and endless horizons Accelerating exhilarations into sunrises and sets and cloudless afternoons LGR©4/5/11 |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
i know just how lovely such an afternoon can be...you have paintd it so well in your wonderful poem....nice one, my friend There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Stop by when you are passing through, we'll boil some crawfish. ~ If you don't want gays in the military, make the uniforms ugly. ~ |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
A smile with this comment: A good open road short poem, and truly could be the foundation of an excellent rambling poem if desired, imho. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Tickles our yearning for blissful adventures on the road. Very nice, dear Lori. Love, Margherita |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
That's exactly how I feel when I get on my bicycle and head down the street!!! Of course my engine gasp's and cough's and runs out of gas miles and miles before yours does, but all that other stuff is still there! Loved this... j. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
your ability to write like this makes it almost impossible to put away the temptation of the motorcycle. I'm afraid that I will just have to experience it vicariously...please, keep writing...please |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I so understand the hypnotic, beckoning highway those scented wind whispers and shouts, and those accelerating exhilerations, both on the back of a motor bike (not a Harley, though) and in my MGA 1600 many years ago. You have actually given me the courage to post a very old poem about driving in my MG! I don’t think I have ever posted it anywhere, for various reasons. Your poem is a delight! Smiles! Owl |
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