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Abandoned and deserted, left to rust
he’s chained, entangled with the tree
around he see the racing beasts
aluminum and composite
Their spandex riders take a rest
and sipping latte next to them
contemptuously they stare at him
and scrutinize his sordid state.
He still recalls the jobs he did.
but important letters are replaced
with emails, text and SMS
and jobless now he’s left to rest.
Then suddenly the man appears
with oilcan lubricates his chain
he renovates, unlocks the bonds
and at the age of forty-seven
he rides along through Paris
with the warm wind in his wheels
The poem above is 100 words and at the end I couldn’t help but to allude to a certain song, that I guess is obvious.
Friday fictioneers is a group of bloggers who makes every word count and to tell the maximum story in 100 words. To read more visit Rochelle’s wonderful page or go directly to the other contribution by clicking on the little link below.
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
Wonderful story told from the bike’s point of view! How original! 🙂
Thank you 🙂
You’re welcome! I re-blogged it. Had to share!
Reblogged this on Girl with a Turquoise Bike.
This piece brings a lot of melancholy, for the wilting ways of communication being replaced, but also the waus we travel and explore. I really wish to invest in buying a bicycle now.
Bicycling is great 🙂
A great poem Björn. Glad to see there’s still life left in the old bike.
Sometimes you have to come up with a happy end.
very nicely done
Thank you 😉
Shades of Lucy Jordan! Well done – makes a nice change to have a touch of anthropomorphism. 🙂
sometimes you say start with the end.. but at this times I came to think about Lucy Jordan at the end.
“with the warm wind in his wheels.” Like that, Bjorn–a feel-good phrase.
and it comes from a famous song 🙂
love the life you and the wind breathed into the old bike
Thank you 🙂
It does look like a very friendly bike, if that makes sense.
Much kinder than a racing bike indeed 🙂
Very rich diction. I enjoyed this poem.
Thank you 🙂
I loved the warm wind in his wheels (and hopefully kicking up some dust for the spandex bikers to eat!)
Enjoyed the bike POV. Fuzzy, warm piece. Good job.
beautiful poem Björn and I’m happy for the bicycle’s happy ending… i’m glad he found a new friend 🙂
Nice to see the old guy is still getting out there. Fond memories of messages, but the warm wind is still enjoyed. A sweet poem.
Very uplifting!
Rescuing relics such as this bike has become a big business and is highlighted in shows like the American Pickers we see in the U.S.A.
Beautifully poetic Bjorn; I really liked this one.
Hey, not everyone can be in the Tour! Glad he got a second chance at life.
janet
I enjoyed the point of view and the ‘ode’ to the bicycle, a great means of transport!
Hi Bjorn,
Very timely to conjure up images of the Tour as it is happening and thanks for the music video. Ron
Dear Björn,
A sweet poem, Glad the bike got a second chance.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Wonderfully succinct yet vivid. K.
I really enjoyed your story Björn . A unique perspective but rich with the flavor of riding (I love bicycle riding). A fascinating read.
I enjoyed hearing the bike’s point of view. I also enjoyed the song. Thanks
Liked the ode to the bicycle.
A great connection to make and a wonderful tale of a poem!
Ah, lovely. I do like it when I see someone on an obviously old bike. I saw a young (very tall) guy on a women’s Raleigh Shopper bike the other day. It made me smile.
I am SO there, Bjorn. I felt like I was the guy. Wonderful!
I meant the bike. Sorry. Long day today! 😀
Wow! A moving piece. Things that have come and gone. Nicely done.
Love the poem, the perspective, and the tie-in to Lucy Jordan. Brilliant again!
Nice personification, Björn!
Reminds me of the liberation of the tin man in Oz. A fabulous rebirth!
Don’t know about the song, but the rebirth idea is great!
Scott
Mine: http://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2013/07/18/5078/
Not a poem person but I know what I like. Liked yours.
Nicely done – a very sweet testament to a faithful friend.
Great take, Bjorn, and brilliantly contrived tale as poetry.
Loved it.
Forty seven! And in Paris. On a bike. Way to go.
Nice poem and great spirit of redemption! Only wish I were just 47 …
I loved this poem Bjorn, your last line is perfect, as is the song
Dee
I was imagining anelephancant …though he might be a tad bit older than 47 – touring casually. Well done. I’ve got a bike with too many gears…I miss my old three speed.
Thanks for your visit.
Your bike wound up with a much better ending than mine 🙂 Great poem, Bjorn. I especially loved the last stanza.