Thursday, 1 December 2011

Staying Centered

I am the fulcrum around which my life rotates,

I hear the rush and shudder as the cogs turn.

Ruddy and metallic, this movement is vital.

Freed limbs rotate, idle thoughts rustle.

It is not easy to be mellow and mindful,

in this untidy world of man and machine.

I may sound smug, but I am no longer gullible.

I will continue to ignore the subliminal messages,

pasted onto the detritus and divinity of my life.

And let the spinning wheels slice the sunshine,

into bite size pieces that I can eat.


Written for Wordle 32 at The Sunday Whirl -

5 comments:

Sheila Moore said...

This is quite amazing. Great images and sounds like a good plan to survive inside those cogwheels.

California Ink in Motion said...

Execellent! Loved what you did here. First read this morning and it was enjoyed much. Have a wonderful day.

Renee said...

Staying centered...story of my life..and I love how you've put it down here. Beautiful! I especially like "pasted onto the detritus and divinity of my life". Wonderful!

B said...

This certainly is a beautiful poem.

Susannah said...

Thanks everyone for popping in and reading. :-) It is good to see you. x

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