my all time fav bag…smiles
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There were wheels once
Exhaust fumes
&rain hitting your womb
As you bent
covering,
dirty//smooth
nestled up against
Me//
Spine to spine
Now
Sweat runs down my back
You sigh&i//bike the breeze
carrying your history
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40 words or less are your entry ticket to MTB at dVerse today where Bri has us write short poems…doors open at 3pm EST
few words to the bag – it’s made from old truck tarpaulins by the brothers Freitag in Zürich…so each bag is unique and has traveled many thousand miles already on the roads of the world before being sewed into a bag…. i love this…
jaywalking the moon 
some cool lines in this….the rain hitting the womb…and the carrying the history as you are biking…that is pretty cool how the bags are made as well…dont know that i have ever seen one….
Your unique way of conveying the common things we see and do…provides for such fine poetry IMHO…this should be part of Freitag’s marketing campaign.
So much history in each bag. I am sure that each bag is unique and is a conversation piece as well. A unique object. A unique poem.
I just love those bags and often wished I owned one. My own is made out of recycled stuff too. Very nice sketch, Claudia!
I like when we can find something unique in today’s world. It’s almost as if it had a soul.
I love that their spine lies on yours, not on wheels. I like the pregnancy image too–new birth and history together.
(What does your bag do for the rest of the week?)
I love my Freitag bag too.. I’ve had it for many years now.. So great you can express its past life..
I love short poems. Their compactness and concentration. Yours is stunning.
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So much to think about and relate to, Claudia. I can relate to the bag, or a relationship. As always, love your painting and poem.
I wonder how many poems and paintings are currently in your bag… vivid description.
Never even heard about such a bag at my sea, but everything does travel many a mile
I LOVE this – can see the soft underbelly of the tarpaulin, in its former life, quivering, and its relief, now, to be speeding along with you on your bike!!!! Cool recycling idea…………
Striking images and a delightful painting to match. I have a home for the bag when you tire of it…
I still have a “Tasche” like that from way back from the 70’s … it was called “Jagdtasche” back then … I remember it cost me 50 Deutsch Mark … I loved it, and still doi will never get rid of it … sometimes i open it and breathe in that smell of freedom and care free happiness … by the way … Shambala is coming up … Salmo, BC … how about it?
Aw. I love your memory. My son-in-law just bought a carrier so he could ride his baby girl around on the bike.
I would love tha bag too. It’s certainy durable, and cute.
what a very well travelled bag…although not all of its travels were as a bag…at least it has found a home with you on a whole new set of wheels.
A terrific take on the prompt, Claudia, but now I have to go on line & find out how to get a damn Freitag (FRIDAY) bag. Your poem weighs in at 36 words; mine was 35; smile.
Love the watercolour and, as Brian says, so many of your lines with their vivid imagery.
I love this reincarnation story Claudia with so much to say and love the beautiful sketch… 🙂
I love the personification of the bag – traveling with history & roads together ~
oh!! really nice bags… lends a intrigue to a regular shopping bag i guess.. id love to own one!
great lines… especially loved, “you sigh&I”
made me think of the gaze and *sigh* we all do when looking at someone we love….
THAT is a stunner. The idea of the womb!! And the sliding tone, just makes me sigh, and remember moments on the road.
Wonderful short poem, Claudia. I also enjoyed the background info – I’d never heard the story of the Freitag bag. Fascinating.
The bag is great, and so is the poem, if something small can be called great.
Ooooh…’bike the breeze’ – neat 🙂
Beautiful! Everything about this writing is abstractly amazing…
and yes, history will carry us to the other side of mysterious wonders.
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Had to google Freitag bag. Then your poem made sense to me. What great imagery you used. I love the idea carrying your history.
I’ve never heard of those bags but your little poem packs a wallop of description. Love “i bike the breeze carrying your history.” Always enjoy your sketches, Claudia.
love ‘i bike the breeze ‘ wonderful snippet of the life of your Freitag bag
I thought this was a beautiful piece Claudia, you conveyed it so well, I liked the image of the spine to spine.
carrying your history a rather cool bag to have..
If only bags could talk… think about it – oh the things they have seen and heard. I am really enjoying your drawings – thinking of starting sketching /watercoloring myself again…
Love how you weave the past and present together in the story of your bag
An intriguing write. I was imagining various possibilities, until I read your explanation and it all made sense. I guess people in Europe would get it at once from your picture. The imagining was fun, but I like even more the way you honour this humble piece of history and its transformation.
Amazing short story and imagery…always fun to read what you pull out of your “bag” of poetry!
Carrying history on one’s back is something we all are destined to do. Clever metaphor.
“You sigh &//I bike the breeze carrying your history.” A lovely thought and so well put. Great bag and sketch, too.
very beautiful bag with a past..you carrying it into present..very nice:)
very interesting …..enjoyed reading……yes so many stories…
I love the sense of history in objects–it makes them live.
“Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile”
I love the transformation of the tarpaulin and the way you wrote about it.
Little bags are all the more needed now with all the contraptions and gadgets being created. Nicely Claudia!
Hank
Love the second life of so unique bag…relations between you both…traveling together!
ode to a satchel 🙂 ~