Poetry

A Ludicrous Limerick, and High-flown reflections while sitting on a water tank, Part I. – 18/3/17

I see the galah in the tree,
The same time he sees me.
We are both perched high,
But I cannot fly,
So he is the first one to flee.
-zu
Actually he didn’t flee, so I kept writing. 
He was just a baby,
And didn’t know humans are dangerous.
He tilted his head,
And determined me as
No threat.
Focused on more important things,
Like feathers that the wind sets
Askew.
And a wind that could toss him out of,
A tree full of shivers and sunshine.
-also zu
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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