No simple task, to get it going right, As often as not, the beast jumps out, throws me. But that makes it all the more sweet, when softly She glides gently onwards, dancing so light, Spinning so loose, it feels as if she might Still fall apart beneath me, but on with glee I've earned her trust now, paid all my due fee, So on we soar, her my wind, me her kite. Perhaps we look an odd or foolish sight, But we care not what others think or feel! For we can still feel every child's delight, So on we ride, from day into the night. We live where dreams are more than just half-real, Me, my love, and her marvellous one-wheel!
Written quickly, as are all my poems. I'll probably be back later to make adjustments(as I'll probably do with all poems I post here). Just need to let it simmer for awhile... Example: "So on we soar, her the wind, me her kite." to "So on we soar, her my wind, me her kite." Just changed the "the" to "my"...slight, but I'm anal like that.
Thanks, but I'll probably still change it a few times more before I'm happy with it. I wanted to capture the Peter Pan feeling I get when I ride my uni, where it's like I'm flying, and am young again, and will be evermore young, and have no worries or responsibilities, just me and my unicycle. A friend of mine I just send the poem too said she didn't know whether I was writing about the uni or a girl until the end...I suppose that's because I call my uni "she"... I told her...either way, I'd ride her...
