Sunday, 4 January 2015

poetic letter from my bikey son...





I was riding the equatorial salts of the north, 
 far north Cape York in Australia, 
shunning the Gold Coast bling for 
a taste of a real 
 middle earth 
 and 
 wheeling the feel of 
a fresh 
rainforest wilderness... 

 I heard my soul... 

 So my shiny blues are dusty... 
 I'll polish them when I get back... 

 Eventually... 



Linking to: Flash 55 - at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

11 comments:

Björn Rudberg said...

Oh I love that last word.. It capture the gist of a life of a vagabond perfectly.

Kerry O'Connor said...

These words really do convey the love of he road.

Grace said...

Good for him, I am envious of that taste of rainforest wilderness ~

hedgewitch said...

Great flavor and personality to this Gemma. I seem to have spent a lot of time myself polishing my dusty blues. So good to see you writing, and of course, also great to see you at the Garden. It's amazing what you can say in 55, isn't it?

howanxious said...

Eventually.. that word says a lot.
I liked it. :-)
Have a good day.
-HA

manicddaily said...

So cool! Love those shiny jeans -! And for me that area of the world sounds the height of exotic. K.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wonderful. I envy him the adventure......

Susie Clevenger said...

The call to ride and explore is a powerful one. I am with Sherry. I envy the adventure.

Kay L. Davies said...

Ah, yes, the bling of the gold coast holds no charms for a man on the open road, planning to return home ...eventually!
I skipped the gold coast, too, when I was in Queensland years ago, safely traveling by car.
Perfect poem, Gemma, but I don't envy you if you do have a son who is a bikey. Scary machines.
I hope your new year is off to a fine start.
K

grapeling said...

that's a cool pen, Gemma ~

Yvonne Osborne said...

I love your opening sentence, the rush of finding the real middle earth.

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