The Spinning Girl

Not even a breezy breath of a blown leaf,
airless shadows confine
caught in a memory of last recall
capturing moment’s struck dumb from confused.
Talking! was talking before blurring loads into shapeless blobs
stretching spun gigantic wheels in red and green spokes
spinning in teacups to never stop
but that was a flash
outside this boxed in build
oblong cramped, crooked,
encircling hoops refusals to churn
movements fixate were naught can grow
if only that wheel would turn
rolling down doors opening
to a whole new world ~
with running streams trickling into lakes and fields ~
~ freeing skin to breathe ~
Smiles dawns radiating glow halos a new day
Every ending begins ~
with daddy’s girl painting worlds with her magic wand
Ties ribbons around hearts ~
directs oceans tides to sweep the greyest clouds ~
wafts a breeze of cotton candy ~ spinning turns wheels ~
churning flickering leaves ~
capturing types cast
in kilter flowing time ~


Featuring Giorgio de Chirico, 'Mystery and Melancholy of a Street'
dVerse Sunday at the pub ~
Happy Sunday wishes ~ cheers!!
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