Pedal On

We were supposed to turn our swords into plowshares
our spears into pruning hooks,
I thought, as the bombs fell,
as the city fell,
as the dream fell,
through miles of explosions, carnage, blood
This was the wrong stuff haunting my dreams
Pedal on
Pedal on, pedal on
Pedal on
for miles through the end of nightmare streams
flowing like toxic sludge,
clogging the living artery
where hope
in heart-attacked, arrhythmic disturbance
beats on
Don’t stop in this dystopian flow
I never want that again
Don’t end it here
Beat on
Dream on
Pedal on
a road less traveled, rarely journeyed on
few find it
Pedal on
Take up the garden hoe, put down the gun
LOVE your neighbor
LOVE mine
Pedal on
Pedal on, pedal on
Pedal on
to clearly streaming consciousness,
visions stellar
Peace
Take up the garden hoe
and plant
Pedal on
through miles of mountains, valleys, stream
This is the right stuff filling my dreams

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My response to the prompts from the following wonderful bloggers, taken collectively in Stephen’s Level UP Challenge:

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, 25, 2020

Eugi's Weekly Prompt – Stellar – February 24, 2020

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/

(New!) Wednesday’s Level UP Challenge, 2/26/20 and Tuesday’ Writing Prompt Challenge Round UP

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It is also my cry out after yet another mass shooting, this time in Milwaukee, not far from my home.

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©2020 Tanya Cliff

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56 thoughts on “Pedal On

  1. Awesome piece, Tanya, and you mastered all prompts. I like how you started with the bad “stuff” and ended with the good “stuff”. Thank you so much for participating and “pedal on”.

  2. Just beautiful honey. Shared on BellEva. Pedal on … Pedal on … Pedal on …. the curse of ego and greed … Pedal On you bastards and don’t look back coz this planet doesn’t want them on it and never has done. Love you my Friend and Soul Sister. Tiff. X

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