Mind Pedaling
Have been busy,
pumping them out.
Like riding a bicycle,
straight, smooth, and stout.
Sometimes you just want to coast,
downhill to the sea.
Where I know you'll be waiting,
waiting for me.
Where the blood begins pumping,
power to the brain.
Some call it passion,
some call it pain.
But now I'm climbing,
pumping so hard.
To reach the pinnacle,
the land of the Bard.
Will I ever get there?
In my mind's eye I will.
For that mighty mountain,
is only a hill.
If I could only just get over it.
Copyright 2013 © Ronald W. Hull
3/14/13
You are amazing!
Teresa
used to do 22 mile a day
I've lost my balanced can't ride anymore
but I am planning on getting myself a kool looking tri
slender sporty features so I won't look too silly
Lol
Thanks for sharing peace be with you
William
Regis
The World is full of able people going nowhere....
...lacking imagination, but...just to have it isn't
enough, either.
We have to explore it actively in order to appreciate it.
For this very reason, my new, white canvas is never empty,....
....but everything I imagine it to be....
"Imagination rules the world" - Napoleon Bonaparte
"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination.
Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited.
Imagination encircles the world". - Albert Einstein.
Your poem, my Friend, is a celebration of a poetic imagination,
true craft honed, perfected over time...
Warm regards. Isabella.
Stay well and keep writing
Eddy
it will pedal right over the top of the hill
and keep going for more as it is a never ending
library of thoughts you present to us Ron...
Love and Light
Lily
If your mind's eye can see it then achievement is immanent. Don't give up or give in and as always....dream big!
Love and Dreams,
Karen
Keep climbing, Ron, and never stop dreaming that you CAN.
Many blessings,
+Linda
Love your take on it!!! *Ron* You
are the star for this one...
Lady Vivian
Having just been banned from yet another poetry site for disrespecting the self-appointed hierarchy.
Whilst, at the same time miraculously dodging the hand of fate elsewhere in life.
One is left wondering what all those meaningless titles add up too, in the great scheme of things.
A sense of achievement is wonderful, provided one does not try to live by it, for then one truly does inherit Ixion’s wheel.
Best Regards,
Mor.
Love ya!
Jane
budd
Cheers,
Dan