Poetry, Uncategorized

On a Bike Again

My first bike ride in nearly a decade
And I head straight for the nearest hill.
My less than fit legs protesting that this is a bad idea,
Each slow push of the pedals only just propelling the bike forward,
One more push,
One more push,
The bike wobbles,
One more push,
And I have reached the top.
Now it is my turn to wobble as I jump off the bike,
My deep breaths coming fast.
I perch on a gate.
As soon as the gasps slow I can feel my heart pumping strong and hard,
And I feel oddly proud that I am the one who brought my heart to life.
And although I can feel my legs already aching tomorrow,
I am only thinking of the fun,
Of the long coast home.
-zu
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Poetry

Softly Comes the Light – 16/2/17

I am glad this morning when I do not have to get up ridiculously early to catch a train to Sydney.
My mouth hates the taste of toothpaste and early mornings.
My eyes rebel against replacing the sun with artificial lights so early.

I like the way the sun gives us time to say goodbye to the darkness,
colouring the edges with orange and the middle with shadowed blue.

-zu

Poetry

Surely – 15/2/17

There’s a valley of sand stretching across from the edges,

Nothing but sand.

When we reach the fork of the road, we shan’t burn our bridges,

But we must go overland.

Let’s let the wind decide, our coat tails billow and snap,

And carry us high.

Our surprise is soon lost in the clouds of loud thunderclap,

Open a weather eye.

-zu