Pinwheel Eyes (9/3/05) — Image by kenne
Boy with pinwheel eyes,
Cherubic smile as it spins,
Blown by its own wind.
— kenne
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“Child with Pinwheel” — Image by kenne
Pinwheel
You’re the wind
And I’m the pinwheel
You like to see me spin
When I stop
You fix me up
Until I twirl again
I can’t help
The way I turn
The cycles that I take
But you’re a force
You’ve got a say
And sometime you say “break”
Now it’s clear
For me to function
I need but one gust
So tell me why
I’m on this shelf
Just collecting dust.
— Kaitlyn (Hello Poetry)
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The Pinwheel, Green Jade and Rusty Blues 10 comments
Pinwheel Rainbows — Image by kenne
The Pinwheel, Green Jade and Rusty Blues
My rainbow colors,
spinning in the breeze
where I stand
shoulder to shoulder,
with Green Jade in his pot,
and Rusty, an old
barbwire-horseshoe windmill.
Then one winter,
my colors now fading,
Green Jade grew weak from the cold —
Rusty and I stood our ground
hoping Green Jade’s strength
would return in the spring.
Year after year
we hoped against hope,
I having lost all my color,
and Rusty, well,
becoming rustier,
as we continued to shared
Green Jade’s pot.
After a while,
the hurricane winds
blew in from the coast —
the strong winds were
more than Rusty could stand,
now he lies restfully
at my feet.
My spinning, having,
taken on a wabbly gait,
slowly weakening my pin —
when one day a gust of wind
blow off my wheel,
leaving only a stick
standing alone
in Green Jade’s pot,
with Rusty at my feet.
— kenne
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