John Prophet

Wheel

Wheel.
Spinning
wheel.
Gyrations
through.
Through
the ether
fly.
Creating
along
the way.
Churning
ethereal
mist.
Fabricating
realities.
Spinning
up
substance.
Walking
on solid
ground.
Infinite
wheels
spinning.
Infinite
realities
spun.
Magical
wheels
spinning.
Whirling 
through
magical
eternal mist.
What’s
the point?
Only the
gods
understand.

Comments3

  • L. B. Mek

    (great read, dear poet
    your thought provoking writing, did it again
    got me rambling, displaying that crazy, in me
    I try to keep hidden)
    gyrating wheels, imagery of the 'out of control'
    spatial clusters of lightyear distanced galaxies
    as tilting disk spheres, are they - too, out of control?
    a mass of happenstance, awaiting
    that flick of chaotic chance
    to explode, Proud
    and unleash a new wave of life, so we don't feel
    so alone?
    either by accident or purposed, I ask honestly?
    at this point, who the F'k cares!
    (if by design, obviously humanity is currently
    too inept, to glean its meaning;
    if by chaotic flux, then so be it!)
    just, let's get on
    with LIVING IT
    (tick tock
    tick tock
    tick tock
    that's that nock of belated realisation)
    we're wasting existence
    in our yearned escapism - futility of cyclical
    pseudo theoretic, worthless contemplations!

  • John Prophet

    Hi LBM,
    thank you for reading.
    “futility of cyclical
    pseudo theoretic, worthless contemplations! “
    Good for the soul, however!

    JP

    • L. B. Mek

      'touché', wise poet...
      (forgive my reactionary rambling
      you know well, what an overzealous fool
      I can be, at times) lol

    • Goldfinch60

      Those wheels will never stop, if they do so do we.

      Andy



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