Bard of the bike

22 05 2012

Storm clouds threaten.

To ride, or not to ride; that is the question;
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The cold and dampness of a sudden spring shower,
Or to concede to the forecast and ride another day,
And stay warm and dry at home? To pedal; to ride;
No more; and to ride to say we end
The sloth and the extra weight
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consequence
Devoutly to be avoided. To pedal; to ride;
To ride; perchance to risk the storm’s onset; ay, there’s the rub;
For in that storm what rains may come
When we have ventured far from the couch’s comfort,
Must give us pause; there’s the grit and grime
That makes calamity of such a soggy ride;
For who would bear the wind and rain of storms,
The decision made, the determined cyclist departs
The clouds all around, the sun in shroud.

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12 responses

24 05 2012
Hilary

I don’t think I’ve ever associated cycling with poetry!

24 05 2012
Ashala Palaniuk

That is seriously awesome Mario. I truly love it. Great job!!

24 05 2012
IamSuperMatt

What rhymes with “calloused bum”? ;O)

24 05 2012
Doug

Wow, that brought a tear to my eye – oh wait, it was just my allergies 😉
But really, very nice.

24 05 2012
Brian

Mario it is time to get back to work, so you can get those urges to write out of your system. Or better yet, Sunshine so you can get off the couch. Love the blog entries.

24 05 2012
W Grant Fleming

Brilliant prose, but pretty sure this one showed up in The Killing — the teacher’s letters.

24 05 2012
Rich

You’re a poet and I didn’t know it.

24 05 2012
Rich

But seriously, who knew you had it in you. Sure, the soul of a poet, but the words, too. Good thing you’re not a photographer anymore.

24 05 2012
Mom

Tried to do this very early this am. But it wouldn’t accept my post. Mario this is awesome love it!,

24 05 2012
freeman

I have of late, but wherefore I know not,
Foregone all custom of exercise;
In fact, I don’t exercise at all,
But that is another story.
Indeed it goes so heavily upon me,
That this goodly frame – and I don’t mean
My chubby body – seems but a stale promontory,
Things rank and gross in nature possess it merely.
Except you and Katie, sparkling, as it were
In a ride around a summer rain.

Keep them tyres round 🙂
freeman

24 05 2012
seray

A nice twist to your regular posts. Keep up the good work.

18 06 2012
Dan

So this is what wet weather and a lack of riding can do to someone, drive them to poetry, good job by the way.
Time to get back in the saddle(mt bike that is), maybe this week.

Dan

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