August 01, 2011

Old Blades Of Glory


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:

Brian Miller said...

nice rhyme scheme lena...really works with the feel of this..and what a loss it would be...

thingy said...

Ooh, how sad. I love the write, but, it's sad. : (

Reflections said...

Ooohh... nice rhythm, beats well against the blades. Stalling shadows beyond their time.

WINDOWLAD said...

..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

Tess Kincaid said...

Love the word "denature". Nice write.

Helen said...

How lovely ... The rhyming flows effortlessly!

Kay L. Davies said...

Beautifully said. And I love the last line.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Erratic Thoughts said...

what a great write!take a bow...

I liked your blog very much!