Ashley Caldwell Poet I do not know?

Clockworks

We are like gears,
In a churning machine.
When you spin,
I spin.
When I spin,
They spin.
Impelled by our interconnected intricacies.
Can my wheel just break away
Another gear will take my place
In my loneliness,
In this grand machine,
I find a place and spin again.
Spinning back............perhaps,
Surely forward again.
I need my gears to spin my time,
To grind my purpose disguised.
What is the workings of this grand machine
Let the watchmaker surmise,
As I move my gear with time.

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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen April 28, 2009 at 3:55 PM I like the analogy between life and gears perhaps in time's clock. Very interesting. Keep Writing. Welcome to Poetry Soup. Lovingly, Dane

Nadia Shahwan April 28, 2009 at 6:26 AM Beautiful poem.

James Marshall Goff April 28, 2009 at 4:07 AM mmmmm!!!!! "the watchmaker" very intrigueing!! Ashley.....cool poem! Jim

Carolyn Devonshire April 27, 2009 at 10:47 PM "Impelled by our interconnected intricacies" is a powerful phrase. Indeed, we feel like we are "spinning time" when we are lonely. I love this poem. Your images and message are compelling.