Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

! The Wheelwright. For David - Poem by Michael Shepherd

The wheelwright worked, as carefully,
yet so fast, as a wheel spins.

One day, someone said to him,
the centre of the wheel never moves.

Infuriated, the wheelwright worked night and day
neglecting his other work,
to prove this was not true;

he invented a wheel which was all rim;
but it still needed a hub, an axle;
but he had invented the flywheel;
his business flourished despite him.

He invented a wheel with a hollow at its centre;
but had to devise a radiating hub;
yet he had invented machinery;
his business thrived.

After many years, he sank back,
beaten by philosophy; reduced to stillness.

Around him, a huge business enterprise;
he, the hub, the axle,
the still centre.

Comments about ! The Wheelwright. For David by Michael Shepherd

  • Rookie Tara very irritated with PH injustice (10/22/2007 6:47:00 AM)

    I just love that last stanza.... what an analogy! t x (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie David Taylor (10/22/2007 6:21:00 AM)

    you spin a tale so well
    with your centre still
    your words do often tell
    of that place unmoving real
    like the centre of a wheel (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 18, 2011

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