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Array ( [sid] => 140969 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => fleeing with the wind [time] => 2008-03-13 16:19:03 [hometext] => Dreams and Wishes because I'm really, really tired of the cold Chicago winters. [bodytext] => My hands curl
around the rubber handles.
My muscles stretch as I
lift.
My feet push down on metal
pedals, throwing my body
into motion, fleeing with the air.

I flow through streets,
collecting a whirlwind of
leaves as I swish by.
I hear the trees shifting
leaning towards me as
I bend forward, my knuckles white,
my calves pressing for faster, faster.

I smile as my eyes narrow against
the whipping wind, seeking desperately
for the strip of green
that reveals my salvation.

Where the brick ends and the
pastures begin, my foot meets the
ground, halting the spin of rubber and
metal.

I settle among the rolling hills
basking in the soft tickle of
grass,
glistening beneath the
setting sun. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Live2Die [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )

fleeing with the wind

Contributed by Live2Die on Thursday, 13th March 2008 @ 04:19:03 PM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes

My hands curl
around the rubber handles.
My muscles stretch as I
lift.
My feet push down on metal
pedals, throwing my body
into motion, fleeing with the air.

I flow through streets,
collecting a whirlwind of
leaves as I swish by.
I hear the trees shifting
leaning towards me as
I bend forward, my knuckles white,
my calves pressing for faster, faster.

I smile as my eyes narrow against
the whipping wind, seeking desperately
for the strip of green
that reveals my salvation.

Where the brick ends and the
pastures begin, my foot meets the
ground, halting the spin of rubber and
metal.

I settle among the rolling hills
basking in the soft tickle of
grass,
glistening beneath the
setting sun.

Copyright © Live2Die ... [ 2008-03-13 16:19:03]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: fleeing with the wind (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Thursday, 13th March 2008 @ 10:45:18 PM AEST
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Nice piece of escapism, plus it has a motorbike in it - sweet. I'll swap you one Chicago winter for 1 Australian summer - I was in Chicago last year (2007) in Fall, and it was nippy, but I would love a whole year in that moody city, winter 'n all.

Spike

Re: fleeing with the wind (User Rating: 1 )
by zenith66 on Friday, 14th March 2008 @ 03:28:30 PM AEST
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must say i really enjoyed reading this, such simplicity in its wording but all the beter for it, I felt a kind of detachment from the word while reading this, as if i was just bieng swept along through each sentence, like the wind..grea writing keep it up.!!!

zenih66

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