Robert Frost
Laced slim fast into skin tight midnight leathers
hearing the resonant call of the freedom bells
seduced by the beckon of the open road
she races two wheel’n into further
leaning tightly into curves
wind whipping her hair
her knees tucked
head down
flyin’
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
Something about the open road, hair flying, sure feels like freedom. It feels “bold”. And, yes, love the Frost quote. I very much regret my hubby’s bad knees preventing him from giving me a ride.
Motorcycles were part of my life for 20 years, including me and my three best friends going for a 3-month cross country tour — from Ohio, to the West Coast, ending up in Arizona. Loved that raw sense of freedom. 😉
Your freedom bells make this a hat trick, Rob – or a helmet one seeing as it’s a motorbike. So much speed and movement in this one – and the vector shape adds to it.
I thought the vector emphasized someone on a motorcycle roaring away into the vanishing point of distance. Glad you felt the motion Kim… 🙂
Great poem and your experience is awesome. Keep the rubber side down. 🙂
Thank you Bill… 🙂
Wow! That’s freedom on the open road. That must be an amazing feeling. Nice one Jim.
Pat
Great feeling… 😉
I think I changed your name in my comment Rob. Sorry about that????
Pat
No problem Pam… er… Pat 😉