moon

mother moon calls me out to play
the chem trails are not visible today
i feel the pull of her light
tugging so softly at my heart
live passionately
react to the night
she whispers from afar
and the stars begin to twinkle with agreement
quietly i pull the bike from the garage
wincing at the sound of alarm
as my bell hits against a clumsy arm
but all is fine
as i go off riding into the night
watching for headlights across black asphalt
and silvery pavement
the slight whoosh of cars past by
as i roll deeper into the night
cycling pedals mimic the months
days and nights
and passing time of life
but in this silent quiet night
i am alive

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

having spent many a late night hour when the rest of the world was asleep i can totally relate to this piece. I used to ride at night when the whole world slept... The quality of communication is the key to successful writing. Does the piece create an emotional impact due to its proficiency of technique. Does it involve the reader and elicit a response from them, especially does it generate response from their own reality and experience. This writing is excellent, because it does these things. It brings the reader to contribute and participate in the experience. It "takes you there." Your ability to express yourself it very good. Keep going!!!!

[Raven Starhawk]

This is beautifully sentimental. It has so much going for it I am surprised it hasn't received more attention. Lovely words.

[Larry Dyson]

love this feeling you have painted..the rhythmic cycling pedaling and the whoosh of nite air and familiar car sounds...apart but joined.. in your own space and... silent...love this write...