April PAD day 8, 2015
Today's prompt Dare
BICYCLE
Just try he dared
I won't let go
legs pumping
fingers pressed tight
knuckles white
heart racing
round and round
feet like pistons
faster, faster
the road a blur
the wind steals my breath
whips my hair
throws my words back at me
I dare a look
and now I see
the subterfuge
the promise made
was just a ruse
J Kuykendall
I love your style. You change it with the mood of the poem and what you are trying to express, just like me : )
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