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The Windmill:A Poem

Updated on October 15, 2017
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Charmaine is a native of the East Coast of Australia who is a freelance writer and poet who loves the unexpectedness of the Divination Arts.

Some build walls, while others build windmills. Which is it for you?
Some build walls, while others build windmills. Which is it for you? | Source


Introduction


Exploring how one’s mind can be a Windmill.

How can you see a Windmill being a metaphor for one’s mind?


The Windmill of Worry: A Poem


Long, graceful arms of light mahogany,

Spinning effortlessly, causing a cacophony.

Churning cloud puffs over and over,

some for keeping, some for discarding into clover.


There has to be a way forward.

We can sing a tune to face the morbid,

as we lay down a new foundation,

securing nuts and bolts of graciousness.


Strangling ivy melodies
Strangling ivy melodies | Source


The finger of fate points and spins,

Hurricanes of hardship to solve a heavenly puzzle, not cringe,

Even though, brought down to one’s knees,

In warding off the poisonous and forbidden cheese.


Mysterious whisperings of sea breezes,

fly on high and by, teasing.

hot sticky humid westerlies,

curl around one’s body, like strangling ivy melodies.


Clouds up high yet touching us
Clouds up high yet touching us | Source


Kiss the wind,

let the clouds of softness pillow our chins.

Heightened feelings of knowing, are gnawing,

something is going on in the realms of the lowering.

The Windmill is a metaphor for

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© 2017 Threekeys

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      Threekeys 4 weeks ago from Australia

      I hadn't thought of those aspects. Love how you mentioned they "bring scents and fragrances from near and far". I was already imagining and smelling them. Lovely. All the best to you and your loved ones Demas.

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      Demas W Jasper 4 weeks ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      There is available connection to the grinding the windmills do, or the water they lift. Life breezes, winds, and storms blow over each of us, weathering our skin, messing with our hair, cooling our brow, bringing scents and fragrances from near and far, fixed weather vanes that they are.

      Good topic.

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      Threekeys 4 weeks ago

      Glad you enjoyed the poem Gypsy Rose. Many thanks for stopping by. All the best to you.

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      Threekeys 4 weeks ago from Australia

      Gracious of you, eric. Many thanks. All the best to you.

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      Eric Dierker 4 weeks ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I like it. It sure has great imagery.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most inspirational poetry and love the last verse.