Windmill Poem by Tom Billsborough
Windmill
Wind breathes upon the tall sails,
Which take the weight and creak
Into slow rotation,
And as the breeze strengthens
Gather momentum
Transferring their natural power
To the granite stones which grind the grain,
Unseen from where I stand
The rotary motion of the blades
Commanding my attention,
Compelled to silence
By the windmill's rhythm.
Some things you see
With clarity
But some you must imagine
Working deep within our minds
As cogs and ratchets spin
Within the walls of this white tower
To make the necessary flour.
Thanks, Greg. Read a few of yours yesterday. Liked very much! The odd message below refers to the fact that no messages came up originally, just a weird message about a Microsoft error!
Thank you for this vivid image, Tom, giving us bread for Sunday breakfast and food for thought...!
Thanks Laurie. Nice to hear from our man in Prague! In my day we had to use a sort of ferry to cross to the Zoo. I suppose that like everything else has changed, though I hear the beer is still cheap.
Some things you see With clarity But some you must imagine Working deep within our minds Beautiful poem, nicely written. Thanks for the sharing.10 for it. Subhas
Thanks, Subhas. When this site settles down I'll get back to some reading. Love your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Pictured well. Tom You have descriptive powers Do some more.
Thanks, Wes. Think I'm an Imagist at heart. Very much into Ezra Pound when I was young and Chinese poetry. Maybe I'm just an old fashioned guy.