The Windmill

Is it a windmill without any wind,
Or a gear without the connecting cogs
Is it just spinning, this writing effort
Just another series of endless blogs

I feel a wind blowing at my back
Still pushing me forward in time
Regardless of many missing links
The absence of meaningful rhymes

I talk into the wind blowing in my face
Informing no one with my concern
It’s not that I think I have special knowledge
Perhaps it is I that has to learn

Spending remaining time quite uselessly
Still hoping for a change in the breeze
Maybe to get the wheels turning again
Ending the stagnation and the freeze

Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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