Windmills

I was born in rehab.
Hearing the hollowness of my own ear drums,
I felt loose and without words.

I love windmills,
As the world echoes around me:
With the girl who can't walk.
And the giant, angry one.

I hate work.
I want balloons, bubbles, and windmills.
I want them now.

Somewhere I will open up the quietest of dreams.
And round and round we all will go
As big as a hot air balloon.

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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

May 17, 2009 at 3:25 PM

Hi Matt, I love windmills, too. Balloons and bubbles also. One summer, while driving through California, we came upon modern windmills that extended practically as far as you could see on both sides of the road. I later learned that they were generating electricity. There are some images online, but none that I found were as dramatic as the sight that we saw. Here's a link you'll love. http://www.fotosearch.com/photos-images/power-generating-windmill.html (Old and modern windmills photos)

Carolyn Devonshire

May 15, 2009 at 7:45 PM

Love the way you convey your desire for a better life with "balloons, bubbles and windmills." Hey, "I want them now," too! Love the energy and images in this poem, Matt! Nice work! Love, Carolyn