Cycling thoughts

The howling wind, a breeze

puffed out, combing fields green.

My mind cycling on clouds, skies grey:

black and white in the distance moo.

With head down, time turning on wheels.

A path; endless, winding, unknown.

Thoughts pedal up, down,..... cycle tired;

Going back..... Excited!............Downwind! 

     .......the view.

Reviews

[alf]

hi Andrew. Wow, what fantastic imagery in this poem!!! Love it!!! You certainly took me on a journey this time!!! alf

[andrew mitchell]

thank you alf sort of daydreaming on a bike lol

[alf]

So very dreamy!!!

[sereenaoutloud]

My mind cycling on clouds...love this Am...such a great metaphor. Get a tandem bycicle and i will cycle with you my friend!! lol

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you LL and yes don't we daydream when cycling hence the clouds lol and i would cycle with you too tandem with my feet on the handle bars lol so whose peddling lol

[sereenaoutloud]

of course you would ..lol I wouldn't have expected anything less..making me do all the work ...terrible!! lol

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downwind of those moos can be a smelly business... are you sure it's the thoughts cycling or the effect of all that methane? An entertaining write, Andrew

[andrew mitchell]

lol lots of cows mooing on the cycling trails here all mooing you on! Thanks FT