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Wheels
by Dan Linn
Soon now, it will be apparent,
that hidden in living is inherent
a perpetual circular motion
of which 'down' is just one notion.
It always seems exactly thus,
for me and for the rest of us.
Often I feel like a rolling hoop
stuck inside a repeating loop.
Opposite each day I feel alright,
I cannot sleep all through the night.
Changeable as Portland rain,
tomorrow I may be up again.
You can't hope for consistency,
with all this easy loss of dignity.
It's difficult to live as dragons,
when we burn like wheels on wagons.
07/30/2012 Author's Note: Mood swings, life cycles.
Posted on 07/31/2012
Copyright © 2025 Dan Linn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 07/31/12 at 03:52 PM ...the most evocative extension of "this wheel's on fire" I've read/heard/driven love-crazed and bone-weary down a midnight mudtrack to find solace at the end of the world to...Dylan would understand, "if your mem'ry serves you well..." thank you for an awesome write...lk |
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