Monday, November 19, 2012

Cart-wheels in the Sky (edited re-post)

Poetics Aside Prompt:  Write a “Wheel” poem: of fortune, ferris, bike, auto – any kind of wheel. Even a big wheel and wheeling and dealing will do.

Dear little child, you don’t know it yet
A moment to you is simply a breath
A necessary means
To reach The Beckoning ahead

Moments spiral and gleam
A subtly disguised requiem
Wheeling through your thought
To the melody of a dream

You do not hear the rush
Of time moan in the autumn hush
Pushing to an ever-expanding hollow
Disguised by living’s underbrush

   Reels of pleasure and pain
Glimmer through Time’s ephemeral vein
Children become women and men
In its rising-falling refrain

Run, dear little child, run
Your intangible deliverance has begun
Into the vexing arms of life
And the jaws of the waning sun

Nay fly, dear little child, I say fly
Cart-wheel on clouds in a neon sky
Lest your Moment deflates
And your dream-well runs dry

© Janet Martin

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