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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
13.1k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind.
#1031549 added September 16, 2024 at 12:06am
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pinwheel
yes I know
I’m a pinwheel, and spun —
but only when anchored
in the right place,
gripped by dirt.

I taste a harsh sun,
elements fading brilliance —
molecules from factory-shaped skin erode,
yet, still carve an eager wind
churned in my house.

a wind turbine, wheeling
on its own horizontal axis,
for any curious eye,
filled by geometric wonder —
how a pinwheel could aspire,

applications guided by tender hands
freeing me like a flag from tender earth.
we taxi a yellow field free
as your lone, peculiar propeller,
seeking to lift from gravity.

set down on cement from evening
to morning, a torment endured, until
she lays groceries down, places me
in her garden to compare with arriving,
bright array of swooning flowers.

I’ll bunker winter long beneath
gathering snow and ice.
a thaw cracks more my core.
eternal spring, worse for wear,
before that first burst of air —

wisp wings longingly lift, sluice inhaled flow,
dream like a boy another year older.


4.28.22
5.25.22 & 6.11.22

37 lines, Personification, free verse

Boil this down to the length of a William Carlos Williams poem with pinwheel broken into two words on separate lines pin and wheel? It would have to have description color or striping or shape like a ribbon, and we need setting for contrast like the chickens, and we need to show its function and how it relates to us or readers to make connection in about 30 to 40 syllables or less.

So…

So much depends
on the striped pin
wheel inhaling air

in its house divided
comparing to bright
tulips’ flex and swoon

in a weed garden
gripped before snow,
ice, spring and thaw

Tulips still sleep. pin
wheel breathes, sends
back each air thrust —

a turbine again.


One try, no edit for length, description, for, theme abd more yet considered. In essence, off the top of my head.

New idea for book, redacting/tightening my poems down to WCW Style, in collection. Might seem inane, or good exercise. I like pointed, but also effusive like e.e. cummings.

7.13.22

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