He leans his motorcycle
through cooling drifts of fog
where mountain ridges
stretch purple navy gray
beneath a growing brightness
of hazy blue horizon.
Forest breaks of sunlight
steam black pavement
as snarling thrums
of the cycle’s motor
reverberate…jagged…
off rough layered cliffs
of Appalachian rock.
Then with his ascension
to crests…a narrow ridge…
cliffs and forest slip away
as…frameless…
he blends to integration
of space and speed and presence…
immediate perception
of his otherness.
Bonnie Marshall
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This is beautiful. My favourite lines: “he blends to integration/of space and speed and presence…” Lovely.
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Vivid… your words always paint the scenes very intensely the intricate details, with brevity.. “Forest breaks of sunlight
steam black pavement
as snarling thrums
of the cycle’s motor
reverberate…jagged…
off rough layered cliffs
of Appalachian rock.” very pictursque