Gristmill Poems - Poems about Gristmill

...Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating fusillade... Galvanized hotheaded idealists (jaded locals - kindled moderates) nursed oppressive proletarian quavering riot spearheadin......Read the rest...

...'The Millwheel wouldn't turn until the Spring'. It was a strong wood-frame structure originally designed for a very special purpose. The Gristmill was a mill for grinding grain, and before we ever co......Read the rest...

...Old local mill stands A shell of stones Abandoned In the times So long ago He was a child Running through Tall grasses Dad grinding The flour Mom Needed to For daily bread Now it stands ......Read the rest...

...Ah, the "daily grind" ... spin, spin, the big stone wheels, the weighty rollers of life trundle on, inexorable ... the intense churn......Read the rest...

...Bright among the trees, red walls shelter sleeping machines. Silently, the mill watches over the spring. Blue green water from deep secret caves splashes down the mill race but no longer tur......Read the rest...

...Whether the shadow of your face Or the stripes of grace on the leaves Whether the water and soil In turmoil to sprout and bloom out Releasing the stress of the bones Into the cones of the buds ......Read the rest...

...This time around, I will not scatter these grains to land where the weeds might choke them. This time around, I will collect these kernels and take them to the gristmill in my head to crack under......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, I can hear that happy, bubbly brook bouncing over stones and under the wheel…that giant wheel. It would drone along groaning a wooden song; each night luring the brassy sun ever toward ......Read the rest...

...In my remote village a long time ago From town came a man of twenty or so Set up a smart machine called gristmill Times have changed but it’s there still. Every weekend I had to go there to sha......Read the rest...

...I often watched him tirelessly sifting Grains of native corn in a rusty mill- Those arms a kinetic flush, quicker than July’s heat, as if glazed limestone rubbed A wavy mane blown by s......Read the rest...

...The Old Gristmill (Not fit for the contest) Way across the glen, Many years gone passed There lived a beauty of a women With her fine little lass Her daughter was a charmer And could take ......Read the rest...

...I thought to write a poem on a gristmill. First I googled it, having never really heard that term before. The “grist” part had conjured up for me images of grisly scenes like in a horror movie in......Read the rest...

...Deep in the overgrown hollow of the woods the gristmill wheel still turns where memories once stood, splashing water lightly on each rung some worn and gone as it circles the breeze with cre......Read the rest...

...Yesterday’s sweet corn now rests among the shucked, where norms’ victims lay. Side-by-side in rusty silos, awaiting the gristmill; dull substance feeds the masses......Read the rest...

...At the heart of the gristmill in common is the millstone: A matched pair of matched round stones, one over the other. Below is a bed-stone base, abeyant and prone Above is the runner whetstone,......Read the rest...