Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Poet Free verse

Shaving Minutes

In sync with your cadence
Your heart pounds
Your blood as hot as your rubber
Every molecule so engorged 
Sweat alone separates you from your chrome
While you peel off a spoke fine line
Through rush hour traffic
Tearing a strip off of death

High
On a deadline


04/07/2019

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Carole Duet April 11, 2019 at 9:45 PM Sounds like a friend of mine...crazy biker! Very clever poem, Maureen. Good luck in the contest. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 12, 2019 at 8:15 AM Thank you Carole! I used to be... crazy bike courier, now just crazy ;) xomo <3

M. L. Kiser April 10, 2019 at 7:46 PM That's really the long and the short of it; you've created quite an intense poem. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 11, 2019 at 7:27 AM Thank you! I tried ;) xomo!

Jennifer Proxenos April 10, 2019 at 11:26 AM This is such a vibe infused poem - had to race to keep up with it! Nicely penned Maureen, Poetry hugs, Jennifer. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 11, 2019 at 7:26 AM Thank you Jennifer! Hugs & sunshine! :) xomo

Vegter Papyrus April 9, 2019 at 4:27 PM Speed! I've always been afraid of straws and rolled dollars; hitting the gas on things like that can be deadly. The last word punctuated this correctly...a Brilliant Write! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 9, 2019 at 9:09 PM Ooh la la, indeed. ;) Thank you so much! xomo!

Panagiota Romios April 9, 2019 at 11:04 AM Great write, Maureen! Panagiota Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 9, 2019 at 12:50 PM Thank you Panagiota! :) xomo

Nette Onclaud April 8, 2019 at 4:09 PM edgy, edgy.. my pulse reaches a seismic shoot as i work best when under pressure... so vivid, maureen!..huggs Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 9, 2019 at 7:35 AM Thank you Nette! :))) xomo!

Ann Gilmour April 8, 2019 at 12:46 PM This is so cleverly written Maureen, such evocative imagery and I can almost feel the tension rising as your deadline approaches! This is a winner for sure... with kindest thoughts Ann xx Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 8, 2019 at 1:44 PM Thank you Ann! I'm a hoping it's what the sponsor is looking for ;) warm hugs! xomo

Ralph Sergi April 8, 2019 at 11:35 AM Hi Maureen: It's great how you use a car for imagery Well done! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 8, 2019 at 1:43 PM Thank you Ralph! Regaling my wilder younger years ;) xomo

Demetrios Trifiatis April 8, 2019 at 9:10 AM Powerful and excitingly pressing dear, Maureen! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 8, 2019 at 9:15 AM Thank you my sweet D! xomo <3

Richard Lamoureux April 8, 2019 at 9:07 AM Ha ha, I love how you play with words. Thanks for your visit. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 8, 2019 at 9:14 AM Play I do ;D Thank you Richard! Mo hugs ~

John Lawless April 8, 2019 at 9:03 AM Tires on hot pavement....all he'll need is a cigarette when he hits the driveway.... Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 8, 2019 at 9:11 AM Heh, I miss riding traffic with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth; oh youth. ;) xomo

Lawrence Sharp April 7, 2019 at 11:28 PM In nearly no time at all, your words create a palpable anxiety, a very pacey pressure. Very well delivered. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 8, 2019 at 7:30 AM Thank you Lawrence! I was going for that ;) Cheers! xomo

Jeff Connelly April 7, 2019 at 10:57 PM Crazy muy loco ride Maureen. When I first read the title it sparked another idea for me, but I love the fact that you are in "cadence" with this. Makes my heart skip a beat. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 9, 2019 at 9:35 PM LOL! I love that!!! Jeff Connelly April 8, 2019 at 12:03 PM There's a very visual poem in that image jajaja. I'll always be a goof. I wore a t-shirt to work yesterday: blue with a drawing of the ?? earth. It read "Keep the Earth Clean, It's not Uranus". And I have so many more. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 8, 2019 at 9:35 AM I like to say I have yet to hear a convincing argument for growing up. I'm still wild, just slower. I'm on a three wheeler now, a dog cargo trike. My big yellow taxi; cruising paved paradise with my b*tch on board. Jeff Connelly April 8, 2019 at 8:36 AM I've never grown up. Aren't these still our wild days? Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 8, 2019 at 7:28 AM I was hoping the title might evoke... I'm thrilled my intended rush comes through ;) I love these prompts (& any excuse to revisit my wilder days) Thank you my friend, xomo!

Gershon Wolf April 7, 2019 at 8:30 PM Exciting ride/write, my friend, the deadline adrenaline coursing through the writer's and the reader's veins. (soup mail). ~ Gershon Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 7, 2019 at 8:41 PM Still composing myself... ;o*