Open Poetry #50 |
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Reminder |
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kevinjtaylor Member Posts 61 British Columbia, Canada |
Reminding me of my first trike The poetry of red and white The poetry of pedaled motion Piston footed! Vision frozen! Head and hair gone separate ways! Freedom found on Glory Days! Down the sidewalk runway riding! Faster! Faster! Out of hiding! Faster! Faster! Spirit! Gliding! Faster! Faster! Up! And free! My body can’t catch up with me! Somewhere in the days between I left my trike in rusty scenes Traded life for lesser stuff Left the trike and kept the rust Until a friend came to my door With gamesy thoughts that life is more Than failed hopes and rusty bits— Pointing skyward! Tag! You’re it! |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I like this! You captured well the innocent joy of childhood and the rust of growing older and the realization that life is too short to live in all regrets. ~L |
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