There is subtext in this. Seems most everything these days devolves in one way or another. It gets harder and harder to sift through what we don't like to find something we do. Peace... r
This is a skillfully conceived and delightfully apt piece, Ch'eri, and a nice 'opener' to have you back amongst us, again. Your subject is one that many of us can readily fathom and appreciate, especially those with more years on the life-odometer than others. The symbolism is deft, the length just right and the analogues chosen quite perfect, in my opinion. On a parallel (if only indirectly related) note, I started off my life with a small red Honda motorbike, that I traded successively for larger machines as the decades progressed. Today, although old enough to know better than to trust my life to others (dipsh*ts) who carelessly drive their impervious armoured tanks in the freeway high-speed lanes, I still keep a beast in the garage (although not a Harley, but a zero-to-60-in 2.7 seconds Japanese kamikaze rocket) today, next to more pedestrian bicycles. The figurative transition through life, from immature youth to doleful seniority, is well portrayed in 'Red Roar'! It's an excellent way of 'reinserting' your presence here, in the Author's Den Community. Good on ya, Sheleagh!
In book four of the Megan Martin series, Megan, May, and Brianna set off for a distant planet on Christmas Eve. There they find a young alien woman about to lose her life to a prehistoric animal, which they must save. This woman is much too intelli
Ash wishes he has a tough big brother to fight his battles for him, until his wish comes true.
Who is Big Brother and why is he so keen to help Ash? Does Big Brother have an agenda of his own?
This sounds like a poem about betrayal.
But who cares, bikes are mere toys for juvenile boys. :)
Wanna saddler?
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Greetings to Author/Poet Ch'erie Perrot.
Feb. 17-19
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU