poet anais vionet

anais vionet

The Biker

I loved riding my
bike as a child. It offered
me a new world view.

I was fast and free.
Then we put cards in the spokes,
and I motorcycled.

I cut corners like
a politician and wore
aviator glasses...

I could have passed my
driving test, last year - but nooo
- for once - I was chill.

I'm sure the trauma
of my laziness will scar
me, but - maybe not.

Sometimes I'm
SO resilient that people
think me uncaring.

Warning: People may
be far more emotional
than they might appear.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood , resilience, teen

Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 17, 2020

Form: Senryu


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you can get so good at moving on that nothing seems to matter

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