Cycling Haiku (sort of)

[Kitsune06]

Hear the crisp click of
brass cleats in steel eggbeaters
round and round and round...

The wind is blowing
get down in the drops and pull
use your very core.

Gravel under tires
hear pebbles' sharp staccato
and sandy white noise.

I ride to be one
with the wind blowing through me
and the rain's kisses.

We fight against the
wind itself, but how to live
without the in/out?

Lungs pull it in, deep
and I am renewed by it
in spite of itself.

[BleeckerSt_Girl]

rise from my saddle
steel frame flexing under me
skipping up the hills

[Wahine]

Nice compositions everyone.
Lisa and Kit, Wow!

Mine is not nearly so artsy, but here it is...

The Ironman Haiku

I swim two point four
Then ride one hundred and twelve
End with marathon

[KnottedYet]

My sweetheart rides hard
For our stricken "family."
Deadline nears. Donate!


(subtle, eh? )