Life Mill
Lost and lonely, though not alone,
Over one hundred numbers, inside a phone,
Unwanted spirits behind an empty bar,
Names and numbers are all they are,
A house of noise that never listens,
A well-oiled engine with worn out pistons,
The constant drone of endless life,
Like a raging war with a distant fife.
Night to day and day to night,
On and on through constant flight,
Snow white clouds choked in smog,
A well fed cat, amongst hungry dogs.
Some days are good some are bad,
Not always happy not always sad,
The mill keeps on producing flour,
As long as wind produces power.
Ron Peat
Well I've stood at the doorway/ and looked out into cold snow/ I've seen the bad weather/ and the endless list of chores./ I know the sound held/ inside an empty room/ where an uninvited fly's constant drill/ is an invitation to wonder./ There are still a few smudges left on/ the window glass and dust/ is thinck on the blinds/ Twydell. You have captured something here that is very poignant. You have harnessed a keen sense of sadness & regret and then lead the reader into your rhyming labyrinth/ to feel it deeply through a light hearted presentation that has a true irony; it is very deep. Well done is all I have to say. Bravo! A poet friend//RH Peat
Well I've stood at the doorway/ and looked out into cold snow/ I've seen the bad weather/ and the endless list of chores./ I know the sound held/ inside an empty room/ where an uninvited fly's constant drill/ is an invitation to wonder./ There are still a few smudges left on/ the window glass and dust/ is thinck on the blinds/ Twydell. You have captured something here that is very poignant. You have harnessed a keen sense of sadness & regret and then lead the reader into your rhyming labyrinth/ to feel it deeply through a light hearted presentation that has a true irony; it is very deep. Well done is all I have to say. Bravo! A poet friend//RH Peat
I appreciate the passion of your verse here where a heart is speaking...loud! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing