WooHoo!!! You know, since this blogsite went and updated stuff and gave me an actual counter, it's nice to see that some people - quiet as they are - are at least looking at my words. How many of them are my mother, I'm not quite sure, but I'm grateful for those who are reading. I hope that you've been enjoying this as much as I have, and I do so hope that, even though you haven't joined me in creating poetry on here, that you join me next year - or for that matter, make your own poetry/lyrics/short fiction/whatever month - and invite me to read!!! The whole point is to enjoy writing and exploring words.
So - what do you say to exploring some of those words now?
Climbing
Cadence. Footfall over footfall,
turning the crank over.
Stand.
Swing the bike.
Kick, drop the gear, just one.
In the saddle again,
Don't stop, keep turning the crank.
Drop the gear again,
focus on the rhythm,
lungs and legs burn together,
winding up the hill.
Drop again, burning the gear,
stand on the pedals,
like you saw that guy do in Europe.
This is your Europe,
your Alp D'Huez, your Tourmalet,
The only climb that matters -
the one you're on.
It will never get easier.
There is another one around the bend.
What? I figured it was about time I got a cycling poem in there! I've been good about trying to vary it up a bit, but today, I felt the need to climb a hill. And for those of my cycling friends who may be reading....yeah I just said I felt the need to climb a hill. Strange days.....
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
I like your title- it sound funny and sad at the same time :)
Greets,
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