Mentor to the midwest and publisher of Cross + Roads Press, Norbert Blei, recently sponsored a little event in the competitive sport of poetry writing, through his excellent Poetry Dispatch . Spur-of-the-moment, drop what you're doing and write a poem. You can have a look at the results in his two most recent posts, "The White Bicycle" and "The White Bicycle II". Some very good work here, and I'm happy to say that while my little piece didn't make the podium, it landed squarely among the best of the not-quite-ready-for-prime-time poems. Good enough. Here it is:
her white bicycle
the way she rode it
as much on clouds
as on concrete
as much from as toward
on a pavement of dream
the way I saw or didn't see
the way it didn't seem
she any longer needed me
to run along beside
the way the ride then
circled back in setting sun
the thing about a cycle
is the way it'll repeat
her white bike may come back
may lean up
again against my shack
who knows when a cycle
or circle is complete?
~ Ralph
Murre
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