she races her way into the sunset
leaning tightly into curves
wind whipping her hair
her knees tucked
head’s down
roarin’
thriving on the thrill of the throttle
embracing the magnificence
living in the moment
not counting time
keeping track
just being
free
rob kistner © 2019
Sunday Muse 56
Hi! I’m Edgrrr, rob’s shih tzu.
I loved “Roarin”
A bird as free as a bird and enjoying every moment. . . 🙂
Thank you Edwin, glad this resonated for you…
Well my friend, that is it exactly!
A lady that loves her freedom Shay!
Loved the visceral lean of those verses.
Thank you Chrissa! Tried to leave a comment on your site to compliment your poem, but it wouldn’t let me post?
I want to be that girl!
Free bird flyin’, it’s seductive Sara!
Being free indeed. This is wonderful Rob! I do think that motor cycles always make me think of true freedom.
The exhilaration of acceleration in the 3D environment of two wheels! Nothing like it Carrie!
Freedom… I can feel it in this.
Glad it moved you Susie…! 🙂
No expectations….freedom!
The elixir of the soul Regina!