Long Waterwheel Poems

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A waterwheel, raceway, grinding stones...

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Since I was, but a child, I loved frosting on everything. Frosting on cupcakes, cookies, and cakes. I would put my fingers in the frosting bowl or cakes, and lick  them off when mother...

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O yes, that is fine day
For fishing in mountain river
When weather is bad, 
And raining from early gray dawn. 
When world look so pity and doleful
Maybe for artists and poets
But so nice for big and...

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Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls

Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite
Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt
Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit
Silver swells - Ribbon Falls in pure ice melt -
Ephemeral streams slowed beneath...

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"Heart sets up vibration echoing wordless intent, mind translates in symbols
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Travel on our steam railway and step back in time
Historic village at Cregneash it really is divine
Enjoy traditional Manx seafood the ’Queenies’ are sublime

Irish Sea surrounds us with its beautiful coastal paths and craggy cliffs
Sandy...

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The spring rain pounds on the roof’s asphalt shingles
washing the maple pollen from porches and cars
just moments ago dusted with puce green.

A tumult of rain twirls the waterwheel 
on the garden’s ornamental mill house,
splashing merrily...

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that indian, he ain't come to town
still, summer's started windin' down
you can feel it in the air some how 
this season's seasoning, time to avow

do soldiers march with cadence strident?
as sure of battles outcomes provident
as...

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Time's admirer hijacks sections
Rips strings of delicious from fattest flesh
Imbibes fibres provided sublimely 
Licks fingers with shameless relish 

Nature's passenger adequately dazzled
Rides intention piloted by passivity
Waterwheel which in turn feeds many 
Delivers ceaseless needed energy

Rise...

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The millwheel will not turn again till spring
for Winter’s icy cold grip holds it firm.
She squeezes it like Her private plaything,
though Her crushing power is but short-term.

As shorter days subtly lengthened; the sun
slowly began to...

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In your river; 
My heart, like a ruined waterwheel;
Whatever it turns, in any direction , 
there is water flowing all over.
And even if I leaned my back against the wall, 
In front of me the...

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Dried Wood


Dried wood flaking in secluded sunlight
Reflected in the rippled roiling stream
Solemn squeak of rusted waterwheel
Long stilled by progress passing by.

Soft green of trees reclaiming homeland
Quick splash of trout in clearing pools
Damp stones to ease...

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