Monday, July 20, 2015

Aspire



Paisley print ties and leather soled shoes
Up and down the marble stairs
Calloused hands on the iron rail
Uniforms and unfocused stares
Around and up and down
Spokes of a squeaky wheel
Spinning, reaching
Only ever touching at the hub
On top or below but all
Traveling in the same direction
Never asking where this ride is going 

Photo prompt thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales


8 comments:

  1. The endless ride that we all be travelling subconsciously. An interesting poem.

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  2. Perhaps best not to ..great writing

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  3. Well done. Good description of the sleepy life-march of drones.

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  4. Like the callused hands. Raises some questions.

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  5. Intriguing, holding, thought-provoking...

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  6. Up and down ... not knowing where the ride is taking. The dilemma of the mind to does this exercise. Well etched.

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  7. Nice poem, Maria!

    Hi-ya. Nice to meet you. I popped over from the "First Impression" posts. I really like the premise of basing your story on Hamlet, and hope you stick with it. Good luck!

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    1. Thank you Susan! I hope to have the book finished soon! Thanks for stopping by my blog.

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