Thinking of you
I have been wheeling
in the wrong gear
It has taken me
from there
to now
to drop, drop down
come to a braking
point
a stop here
where we are also.
Tyre-worn, trammeled
I cannot keep up
I watch wheels spin
their way back-
wards.
Comments
edmund allos | February 12, 2008 - 17:29
kim rooney's found a purple patch...wheels coming off? Another great poem.
kim.rooney | February 12, 2008 - 22:52
I like the idea of a purple patch- it's suggestive of lying in the long grass and counting the ballooning clouds- ah maybe that's just purple prose… But I thank you for your kind comment on this and 'The midnight bird'.
Sooz006 | February 13, 2008 - 12:51
If only we could back peddal - I wouldn't stop until I hit eighteen. Another good one Kim.