THE BICYCLE SEAT
by Bryan Borland
It would not be revealing too much
to write of the loss of her virginity:
the violent breaking of the dam, the dramatic opening of the gates,
the sudden burst of tragic speed,
wheeling and willing, spit-flying bumps,
hair-tangled writhing, a prophecy of every man yet to come,
no accident of fate
he left to watch basketball
when the first to hit the spot
kept rolling down the hill without her.
© Bryan Borland
I love the term tragic speed
Nice!
Hmm, a hillside cherry popping…what a traumatic event this must have been. This is painful hilarity at its finest, my friend.
Bryan, how nice to find you on Alpha Inventions!
I have to agree with -medicatedlady- that this poem is painful hilarity at its best, and allowed a shrill “ouch” to escape my lips.
While I have your attention here, please let me thank you for all the encouraging, complimentary words you’ve left at Poetmeister these last days. I respect your opinion very much, especially your latest comment regarding the need for constructive criticism from readers.
Thanks Jessie! You’ve got a great blog and I encourage anyone visting here to click on your name and check it out!
MedicatedLady – word.
Janet,thanks for coming over! I saw you on AI – it was like seeing a friend while out shopping! I wanted to wave! I had to add the comment about constructive criticism because at first I felt myself becoming very protective of you when I first read your visitor’s suggestion, and then I had to remind myself that we all need those suggestions, myself included.
Love it.
Bryan,
I love your writings. I have read all those posted on the one page and will eventually read more. The ones I have read so far are very good and pulls the reader into the feelings you portray. Thanks for sharing these with us and thanks for stopping by my humble site
Bev
Bryan, Thanks for the hint about getting more readers. I am checking now to see if I did it right.
Yass, just like a man to split and watch sports..hehehehe Sports? Indoor/outdoor, all the same and usually it’s just boring, sigh, I must be getting old….great piece
Thanks for your comment on my poem. It was more-so an impromptu exercise to see what I’d write since I’ve taken a long hiatus in writing anything along that creative line of thinking.
I appreciate the input.
You are a star, Bryan. That is a cool little poem. I like its neatness and wordplay.
oh is THAT what he goes to watch!?!
may I add what she does…
she reels in anger
screaming dismay
burning the sheets
finding ways to make him pay
texting him, calling him
telling her friends
but they already know
they’ve already been
how was that?
This doesn’t help me at all, Bryan! As much as I hate to admit, I wish I’d passed that stage already! But I’m well aware that it isn’t always tragic… for some people it was a beautiful thing.
“Bite” and then this… You’re a genius!
Thank you all and especially to my new visitors, D.A., Bev, and Aaron.
Paul, thank you for the stellar compliment.
Cindy – I love that you wrote such a poetic response, a stand-alone poem that could very well be titled “Aftermath.”
Bomi, I am very appreciative of your words. I’m so glad you’re back and posting!
thats good
work
a prophecy of every man yet to come
kept rolling down the hill without her
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