Ol’ Faithful Iron Horse
February 12, 2013 § 8 Comments
She wakes up in the morning
another day at the job,
don’t really feel like working
as she quietly begins to sob.
Needs to find a way,
to escape from her day.
So she throws on her jacket
helmet in hand,
locks the door behind her
on the motorbike she lands.
Gives it a kick start, begins to go,
where to, nobody knows.
Flying down the road
all her troubles she unloads
racing like the wind.
Feels her spirit fly
while passing the world by
not caring where she’s been.
Just her and ol’ faithful iron horse,
mapping out a new life course.
Out for a long ride
nowhere particular to go,
needs to think to herself
has to absolutely know.
What in life she’s looking for,
as she rides ol’ faithful iron horse.
Takes the next curve
she’s beginning to feel alright,
throws down the throttle
flies out of sight.
Soon she’ll finally know,
where in life shewants to go.
Flying down the road
all her troubles she unloads
racing like the wind.
Feels her spirit fly
while passing the world by
not caring where she’s been.
Just her and ole’ faithful iron horse,
mapping out a new life course.
Thank you for following my blog – it’s much appreciated. Good luck with yours, with your teaching poetry in prisons and life in general!
Very flowing.
You have touched my very soul. :’|
Either poetry is weird or I am weird, or both; sometimes I read a poem over and over and struggle and find nothing, then at other times I find myself right in there without even thinking, finish reading and realise that for a few minutes I’ve been taken somewhere else entirely and haven’t even been conscious of the act of reading. As happened here.
Poetry – to me as an outsider – seems to have lower valleys and higher peaks than prose, to be a more dramatic landscape somehow. I can’t write it for toffee!
That’s beautiful!!!
As I read i experience melancholy reading of the iron horse. Its been too many yesterdays since I was able to ride.
Thank you for sharing the ride, the feelings, the freedom and part of your soul. Poetry unleashes such emotion and yours hits the center of the target.
I don’t remember when I began following your blog but I am so glad to have your words moving me every time I read.
Ta Ta for now Cathy the Bagg Lady
You have no idea how much this means to be today. Thank you.
you are welcome.