Rotating, gyrating, this denature fan
Drawing in, motioning, as hard as he can
Just a glimmer of yesteryear, a whisper away
Blown gently from dry palms and into the day
Seeds of new promise, landing where 'er
Bursting out blooms near an infinite lair
Close by there's a grinding, where once there was ire
Giving strength to the snowstorm and fumes of the fire
Invisible to the eye, but ever so clear
Presence attending, by touch and by ear
Windmills continue, performing their duty
With the dance in the leaves and trees ravaged from beauty
Elements, Heaven sent, scents in the air
Whip up a wonder with everyone there
Grinding blades, renegades, direction unclear
Disregarded mechanically over the years
Blades robbed of oiling, heart festered away
No regard for the function performed in its day
Rusted, adjusted, replaced and then tossed
Never then realising it's really their loss
8 comments:
nice rhyme scheme lena...really works with the feel of this..and what a loss it would be...
Ooh, how sad. I love the write, but, it's sad. : (
Ooohh... nice rhythm, beats well against the blades. Stalling shadows beyond their time.
..it circles through time.. a melancholy of passing glory and endurance.. i find this very powerful and haunting most especially when read aloud.. for me this is exquisite!(:
~Kelvin
Love the word "denature". Nice write.
How lovely ... The rhyming flows effortlessly!
Beautifully said. And I love the last line.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
what a great write!take a bow...
I liked your blog very much!
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