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“The Mill wheel wouldn’t turn until the Spring”
“Old River’s” frozen heart a yearly thing
cold solace of deep snow a lonely gift
to those with ugly memories to sift.

For wheels that grind the truth in darkened minds
to sift the chaff of memories gone blind
will place a ghastly crust upon pure snow
and on the wind the question “Did you know?”

‘Whispers ran through the town from door to door’
lone footprints in the snow at rumors core
the rabid tongues of venom’s righteous quest
condemned sweet mercy’s visits as a test

and so beside the silence of the wheel
she hid the feelings “they” denied she feel.
Spring thaw, a time of which nobody speaks
‘Ice melts, revealing secrets – the wheel creaks’


for Viv Wigley – One, Nine, Sixteen V3.0 – Poetry Contest

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 7/30/2018 8:28:00 AM
I like where you took the theme, John. Congrats on your podium win! Sandra
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Date: 7/28/2018 7:45:00 AM
I would have placed this first. BRILLIANT, John. Sincerely, Elaine
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Date: 7/25/2018 6:55:00 PM
Congratulations on your win. Lovely, poetic. Enjoyed.
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Date: 7/24/2018 5:51:00 PM
Congratulations on your placement.
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Date: 7/24/2018 12:15:00 PM
Ooh John this is so completely oppressive - you have conveyed the mood expertly - well done!
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Date: 7/24/2018 1:20:00 AM
Great write, John, love that first verse, congrats on your win and thanks for entering my humble contest. regards, Viv
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Date: 6/25/2018 7:20:00 AM
Hey John.. I loved reading your poem over a cup of hot coffee this morning. Your write is interesting and it was a joy to read!
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