Friday, April 18, 2008

Pumped

I pedal through
a nascent patch
where buds are new
and chipmunks snatch
what grub they can
as I ride by
immune to man
they barely shy
away from me.
Despite this jaunt
I am not free
my duties haunt
me every day
I have no time
to think or play
or jot a rhyme—
but this is not
the proper place
to mull my lot
I’d rather race
along this path
until I shed
this pointless wrath
and smile instead.

6 comments:

Shirley said...

Aha, you finally got your bike out. Good for you! Sounds like it did wonders. The weather has been beautiful the last few days. I hope it's here to stay! I really like the rhyme scheme you used here.

Noah the Great said...

I understand how stuff can be, but you just have to decide whether you're going to let it keep your bike in the shop.

Bubba said...

Do you realize how good this is? The meter is perfect, the rhythm approximates that of a leisurely bike ride... just superb. Thanks for sharing this with us.

Stacey said...

"I’d rather race
along this path
until I shed
this pointless wrath
and smile instead".

and keep on smiling you must!

ozymandiaz said...

Dude, you need a vacation.
Seriously.
A looooooooong vacation.

rch said...

Thanks all!

ps bubba, thanks for noticing the meter and I wish it was that good ;)