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:
Oh I love that last word.. It capture the gist of a life of a vagabond perfectly.
These words really do convey the love of he road.
Good for him, I am envious of that taste of rainforest wilderness ~
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?
Eventually.. that word says a lot.
I liked it. :-)
Have a good day.
-HA
So cool! Love those shiny jeans -! And for me that area of the world sounds the height of exotic. K.
Wonderful. I envy him the adventure......
The call to ride and explore is a powerful one. I am with Sherry. I envy the adventure.
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
that's a cool pen, Gemma ~
I love your opening sentence, the rush of finding the real middle earth.
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