Spokes Poems - Poems about Spokes

JUST ONE MORE REVELATION

...JUST ONE MORE REVELATION

Lines that radiate out from a centre
Like spokes of an umbrella or wheel
As new thoughts and ideas are born
Yet some memories can still intrude
Reminiscent of the thin...

Courtship Encumbered

...Nestled is the slender twisting trail canyon between timeless steep 
aspiring mountains and meditative sopheric sea waters 
The frail road deepens into lofty thickness further from the harsh...

My Three Boys

...It gets kind of crazy living with 3 young boys, there’s always a mess and there’s constant noise.
Their mouths constantly running, their little legs too; they rough-house like tiny wrestlers, off th...

Echoes of the Silent Shore

...Yesterday, a glint in Father's eye, 
unborn, my life journey's start, is nigh.
Today, it's all unknown.
Bright lights in the delivery room
will replace the calm of Mother's womb.
but babies are ...

When the Ocean Speaks Her Name

...I loved you like the tide loves the shore—
a quiet pull, a force that cannot be resisted.
And now, you are leaving,
pulling the moonlight from my nights.

We sat by the ocean once,
the salt air...

Ghost Bike

...pink fireweed blooms
through the spokes of the ghost bike 
beside the highway 
...

Fading Photographs

...The days and time are unimportant
   they were real long ago
and have become fading photographs
   kept in my mind
pictures held onto like prison bars
   with no escape
memories I've folded in ...

Halloween on the Hill

...Sit still in your chair, little one, and I'll tell the tale
of my true Halloween story and my sad travail.
I was a kid just like you, eating my frosted flakes.
I asked mom for more sugar, for the ...

The Great Wheel

...The Great Wheel

I'm hot. I'm cold; afraid, now bold. 
I'm good. I'm bad; silly, now sad.
I'm wrong. I'm right, filled with clarity.
Now, no clue or true insight. 

How do I shake and awaken? ...

returning home

...the old mill reposes in the middle of the peppered autumn trees
spruced up under the jurisdiction of golden, yellow, red, maples
the scene cannot be captured in a photograph, it is soul searing
My...

Birthday of beloved buxom babe I betrothed

...Birthday of beloved buxom babe I betrothed

Pardon my hyperbole if in fact such embellishment can be sifted out amidst the pretentious poetry and/or prose NOT aired to appear superior, but more so ...

The Past

...Past is like a paper,
where joyful memories are written.
Past is like a smile,
which increases when remembered.
Past is like a spectacle,
which clears the view.
Past is like a story,
which con...

Awakening to the Red Road: An Ecopoetic Odyssey 'Part 5 of 6'

...V. "The Great Collective Awakening"

Aren't we the true definitive problem,
     not just astray-
     malignant corporations…
Or unresponsive governments ?
We are fault...

End of Haviland

... end of Haviland
stilled kickstands & spokes of Schwinn
our teen shapely thighs
after school books are returned
and mind wanders down the road

chill in Summer heat
orange & vanilla tw...

The Mores of Morays

...Why would God give moray eels
A life wherein they live concealed
In a beautiful, bountiful, rapturous reef
Merely to cause the nearby fishes grief?
When the moon and stars shine deep at night
Gi...

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