Screaming through the wind Sun on the arms and warming the legs Electricity makes the hair stand up and it’s only amazement Earth in the air of the nostrils-breathe in and out Clouds are the canvas to enjoy So much beauty never noticed from a car Sound coming steady the waves in the ears Humming of an engine Loud sexy low and steady purring like a loud cat Legs gripping the big bike and squeezing its power Flying arcing and moving along with an eagle or a plane And all there is now is freedom Free and fast the speed causes the breathing deeper and deeper Sun and wind speed and sound Those are the only things to feel Looking up there is flight Looking down at the road there is the sensation of falling But the bike keeps the plane up in the air Cares worries and problems are gone No emotion and no fear just flight The ride has taught me how to let go-
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
Rode a motorcycle for 1st time in 20 years it was amazing and i want to do it again!
Comments (4)
but you can't really let go on a horse...
CJ