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The Poetry of Cycling(7 posts)

The Poetry of CyclingAllisonHayes
May 9, 2002 2:51 PM
I ride, down the roads and down the trails;
I ride, down the arches of the years;
I ride, down the labrynthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I ride; and under running laughter, I ride.

Up vistaed hopes I speed;
And shot, precipitated,
Across chasmed fears.

From these strong legs that carry, carry me on.
But with unhurried pace,
And unperturbed pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic rhythm
A cadence and a heart steady beat
More instant the speed
Do not betray me.

Bright sun, clear sky.
(Begin the morning with classical music
Claudio Arrau's Beethoven concertos.)
Music and steady cadence, something to explore
The effect on the soul.

The True Self is the goal of the journey.
Have you looked at spheres of dew on spears of grass?
It must be one thing to imagine
A plonk plonk plonked sound of a plodder
Or a tappety bam bam bam of a swift dancer.

We don't alway know where we are going.
I often do not see the road ahead;
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
It does not stop this plodder from riding and dancing.
Journey no matter the risk, what a precious gift this is.

The poetry of cycling, a spiritual wonder,
The spontaneous awe at the simple beauty of life,
Of being, of a cadence, of a rhythm.

I shall become attentive to all its vestiges,
To the first light, to the waking bird,
To the leaf's rustle, to the rain's drop,
To the flower's scent, to the sky's hue,
To the rise of the wind at dawn.

In youth I rode not to embrace life, but to escape it.
I ride now for different reasons; I don't want to escape,
I want to enfold life, to become one with it,
With the immediate, to live acutely.

...inspired by Thomas Merton's, "The Hounds of Heaven"
Bravo, Bravissimmo! nmLen J
May 9, 2002 3:09 PM
Wow. Very nicely done. nmSpinchick
May 9, 2002 3:18 PM
Beautiful and inspiring, thanks nmDrSchu
May 9, 2002 4:08 PM
Thank you (nm)mwood
May 9, 2002 5:12 PM
The Harmony of WheelsHumma Hah
May 9, 2002 7:32 PM
Nice job, Allison! I'm a little more old-fashioned in form, and less artsy, more of the Charles Kuralt school. I posted this last year, but this seems like a good time to post it again.

The Harmony of Wheels
c. 2001, Tom Ligon (Humma Hah)

It looked almost impossible
When I was but a child,
The bigger kids upon their bikes,
So daring, and so wild!
How could they learn to balance so,
To lean, but never fall,
Without so much as training wheels?
I'd never learn it all!

But daddy put me on a bike,
He held the seat so tight.
He leaned it as I steered around.
I wrestled with my fright.
Just minutes passed, and I relaxed,
The work had turned to play.
I looked around, and daddy stood
A hundred feet away!

Forty years and more have passed,
But I am still a boy.
Gliding, banking, flying low,
A bike's my favorite toy.
Two wheels, two pedals, and two legs,
As natural as can be.
A hundred miles a nice day's ride,
The feeling sets me free.

A harmony of turning wheels,
Momentum circles 'round.
A subtle blend of rake and trail,
The balance thus is found.
The music of the tensioned spokes,
The purring of the chain,
The whistling wind and whispering tires
All join in the refrain.

A subtle shift of rider's weight
Communicates intent.
The bike responds and answers back,
A gentle, silent hint.
Some science, luck, and builder's craft,
Derivatives and trig.
They scoffed at the velocipedes,
But now this thing is big!

Two centuries past have cyclists thrilled,
Some singly, some in hoardes,
On wooden rims, with iron legs,
Down dirt roads, on the boards,
On pavement, trails, and mountainsides,
They all perch on two wheels.
We know that this was meant to be
By just how right it feels!
Very Nice!!!!AllisonHayes
May 10, 2002 6:49 AM
A subtle shift of rider's weight
Communicates intent.
The bike responds and answers back,
A gentle, silent hint.
Some science, luck, and builder's craft,
Derivatives and trig.

I really like these lines, is it where science and physics and art and rider and luck, yes luck, all converge as one.