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Wheels of time
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Wheels of time |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Wheels of time The wheel turned, no effort, as the water flowed Behind stone walls the shafts and pulleys gently wheezed Girl’s hands once soft hardened now by cotton thread The finest fibres danced in shafts of rare sunlight Their stomachs growled, clogs and shawls, looms spin despair Those cobbled stones, green river banks, where once she played The darkest hour before the dawn work will call Don’t wake the babe, just warm your hands upon the cup Too soon a woman as childhood flies away Till Sunday and time to roam high whimberry moors Tranquil fields below, too soon, will be no more From industrial seeds in Dales the chimneys grow. |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Nicely done Michael...the hands and the face tell a story of life...enjoyed.  ~Victoria I was adored once too. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
"The wheel turned, no effort, as the water flowed Behind stone walls the shafts and pulleys gently wheezed Girl’s hands once soft hardened now by cotton thread" Awesome opening, my friend, and followed perfect to the end ... very much enjoyed it. jimmy |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You portray so much here...a hard and fleeting life and moments captured and held close. Your poem comes to life and has much empathy and compassion. |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Very nice introspection. The wheel is said to be the greatest invention, but, for me, especially your line... quote: ... gives a nice opposition to that thought. |
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