Blue skies remind me of you,
racing clouds with the wind, just as you do.
Don’t you miss the fields, the farms, and the rivers?
I miss all sights, the birds, and the cows.
Wake up, it’s not winter; you are no polar bear.
Take me there, babe, let’s ride fast,
before I turn into a chocolate lover.
Jailed in my mind, is the tornado’s eye,
craving for freedom and adrenaline high.
My heart pulses with Formula 1 pace,
loving your shape, missing your blue.
Let’s get back together, babe,
you’re my ‘speed’ date.
This was an ode to my race bike. As Fall sets in, we are making our last rides, before winter takes away our freedom to ride outdoors.
I joined Writing 201: Poetry.
Today’s assignment: Today’s word prompt, Map, invites you to reflect on space and distance, while our form-of-the-day, Ode, and daily device, the venerable Metaphor, will add depth to any poet’s repertoire.
“Maps tell stories — about places we know and others we wish to visit, about technology and the speed with which we can traverse vast distances, and about the things we’ll see (or avoid) on our way from point A to point B.
Whether you choose to write about an actual map, an imaginary one, or just about a particular route that means something special to you, make today’s poem about a space you inhabit (or wish to. Or would rather avoid).”