My Old Bicycle Poem by Vincent LeVine
My Old Bicycle
I love
pedaling
my old bicycle
the moonlight-white Fuji
with subtle, sky-blue highlights
near the polished cranks
built in '86
of sturdy
lugged steel
and a shiny chrome fork
with down-tube shifters
like everyone had
the bike I crashed
more than once
twenty-two stitches
in the soft tissue
above my right eye
a fractured rib
and a dislocated shoulder
but,
it's the rescue of
twin baby girls
clad in matching pink jumpers
wandering, alone
in a busy intersection
that keeps me
firmly planted
in the bike's heavily-worn saddle...
What a precious poem about the memories attached to a beloved bicycle! But it's the last stanza where the bike really endears itself to us. Wonderful writing!
Thanks Melanie! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Since cycling is such a big part of my life, I figured I'd write about my favorite bike! We've been through a lot together...
but, it's the rescue of twin baby girls clad in matching pink jumpers wandering, alone in a busy intersection....my bike as heavenly. experience teaches us and we become saviors in this world. thank u for this beautiful and simple poem. your simplicity is ur stregnth. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I really enjoyed reading your poem, Vincent...A clever and interesting write! Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful poem with us. ++++10 Cheryl♡