circle time
whose grains seep through history,
with the wisdom of fools
building volumes of posterity's future.
The blank pages
and spaces between words
allow alternative realities to creep in;
a dreamworld
hovers beyond awareness,
waiting for a turn of the glass,
waiting for a new beginning
which is only an action replay of the past.
Written for IGWRT's Sunday Challenge, with thanks to Margaret for her picture.
Nice. I chose this same photo to write about. I like the feeling of woven-ness in this.
ReplyDeletewhat comes around, has already been around.... even fools. Nice train of thought!
ReplyDeleteThis has an almost hypnotic feel to it. I like it!
ReplyDelete"An action replay of the past" is perfect, Jinksy. I liked this photo, too.
ReplyDeleteK
What was remains and replays in an endless loop...great piece!
ReplyDeleteLike a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within wheel . . . like your poem!
ReplyDeleteFabulous....loved this piece. Your words are enchanting and speak of a world I am very familiar with. Ha
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteI agree .. there is a circular, dizzying feeling to your poem. Last two lines ~ amazing.
ReplyDeleteQuite delightful. The first four lines give it a cracking send-off!
ReplyDeleteGreat poemn.
ReplyDeleteOh I so love these lines
The blank pages
and spaces between words
allow alternative realities to creep in
i really love this one, Pen ~ the way you pulled the elements out of the photograph and wove them into an intruing tale.
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