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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, August 1, 2011

Windmills

image by Skip Hunt
I used to be afraid 
to love you too much
fearful
that should you leave, I would long 
for your return
I didn't want 
to miss you so badly 
it hurt
to whisper your name
to remember your smell
I held a part of myself back
for myself
so you couldn't take it all with you
when you left
If only I had known
that hoarding food makes you hungrier
unquaffed water evaporates
and all the windmills in the world
won't bring the wind.

submitted for Magpie Tales, 76

22 comments:

WyomingDiva said...

Interesting connections with relationships, food, and feelings - I very much identify!

Reflections said...

Wow... love this one. It's blade slices into the depths of the soul.

Brian Miller said...

those last 3 lines...tight...oy how easily we fall the trap of holding back thinking it all the better...

yeah i love observing the world...

M. A. S. said...

As I was reading it, I couldn't figure out which part I liked best. There are a lot of strong images here and great language. This is absolutely one of my favorite from you. BUT, the prize within the poem goes to the final two lines. Fantastic.

Mike

Mynx said...

I love this. I know those feelings

Fireblossom said...

Wow, I think that this is one of your mousely best.

Sue J said...

What a nice thought - that windmills could bring the wind.

WINDOWLAD said...

..ah, that was full of melancholy.. and your finale note simply took the breath away.. liked your approach with the prompt this week..(:

Brightest blessings!

~Kelvin

darev2005 said...

I have learned that you have to go in whole hog or just stay out of the game. Windmills are for tilting at. Dragons, each and every one of them.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Great finishing line. Lovely poem. But, he/she who hesitates...

planetcyberluz said...

Nice analogy, I like it. Tigerbrite

Doctor FTSE said...

Great final image, as Sue J points out above.

Jeanie McBain said...

Wonderful nicely done :)

Helen said...

Great Magpie Ms. Mouse!!

Jingle said...

insightful.

Erratic Thoughts said...

Brilliant,this! :)
A very unique take on the prompt...

MISH said...

Your title and closing lines reminded me of the song "Windmills Of My Mind" ... which is as wistful as your poem !

"Round , like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel .
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning wheel ..."

nene said...

This one actually forced me to think about the analogies between two exercises that I enjoy; eating and love. Afterwards I emoted, 'chewed the fat', unforunately, I bit myself. I guess this piece will be memorable because of the pain.

Loved it!

Tess Kincaid said...

This is your very best piece ever, Mouse.

Kay L. Davies said...

Fabulous. The last two lines say it all.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

pure2core said...

True emotions...Quite natural and genuine one...I am really drenched in the poetry rains of this week...(love)Thanks for share.

Mary said...

Powerful poem! Gut-level, honest, packs a STRONG punch. I love it!