Sometimes, less is more. This week I’m switching it up because 10 pages of writing could not emphasize this subject enough, but maybe a poem will. I hope you are all able to take away something valuable.
I Would
If my bike had tires
I wouldn’t know the flow of time,
my rims would burn like fires
burning as though they’re part of pyres,
as though I were escaping crime,
if my bike had tires.
Who is he who retires?
Not I, no, not in my prime;
my rims would burn like fires
by blazing down hills, defying decriers
trying to fill me with grime…
if my bike had tires
there’d be no time for quagmires
no reason to stop on a dime;
my rims would burn like fires
focused like a series of wires,
speeding all of the way to Anaheim,
if! My bike had tires;
my rims could have burned like fires.
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Thank you!
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Very creative. I enjoyed the flow and the rhyming words. Definitely keep up the good work!
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Thank you so much! I had taken a break from poetry for a while. Happy to be back into it and I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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Fun poem! It flows well, has a good cadence, “my rims would burn like fires” offers strong imagery.
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Thank you so much!
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If my bike had tires… It actually makes me a little sad. Reminds me of old age.
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It’s a little sad to think about, but it’s also kind of scary. I think that kind of fear helps to motivate, and that was my intention.
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