He came at me with serious intent
out of the late sun
a whirling dervish
with vengeance
insect colours
like a yellowjacket with a sting
in his tail
tanklike I commanded the road
disturbing the arc of his progress
until, with his erect flag
and helmet pod
I heard the shout
looked down at his intensity
his rage and superiority
with frightened eyes.
Funnily enough I wrote a poem on this subject, but you captured this better. The last lines: his rage and superiority/with frightened eyes..Just perfect..
Hi Colin: I worried that nobody would know what a recumbent was ; I do find them weird along with segways and mobile sofas and the like. Your account is quite amazing . Man's progress takes some working out.
Glad you like it ! I literally didn't see the guy 'til he was alongside.
David, it was more surprise than anger, that was all on his side. Great thing to do for anger management (to bring it on that is).
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Mon 7th Nov 2016 08:27
I saw a few of these on my US travels Ray heading coast to coast - imagine that. I often wondered the motivation for people doing such long-distance trips (on bicycles too) - they invariably looked desperately miserable under a sweltering mid-day sun on a stretch of dead straight road that disappeared somewhere over the horizon or smack into a range of mountains. I guess when something is there to be done people will do it. Even riding a Harley along Route 66 looked a helluva chore - all sweatily clad in protective gear and splattered with myriad oncoming insect populations. Mind you, that's nothing compared to the pilgrims in India who stretch themselves out on the road before taking the next step. Anyways, great poem sir.
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raypool
Tue 8th Nov 2016 21:00
Thanks for that Suki, a nice compliment .
Ray