“WINDMILLS – SPINNING!” a poem August 26, 2018 – Sunday
THERE ARE WINDMILLS IN YOUR MIND,
with wind-spokes spinning ‘round!
Are you SEARCHING FOR YOURSELF!? and-Where might YOU be found?
Are you the clever MIND, which contains this scenic scape?
Or The Windmill(s), gently flowing (pause) upon some curtain’s drape?
Are you the HUB-the-center? The SHAFT, or emanation,
Of spokes – which do extend – OR – are-you WITHIN This Station,*
You could-maintain the-apparatus – the moving parts and such,
Be THE WIZARD-behind-a-window? Perhaps you’re Swiss or Dutch!
WELL, NOW, LOVER, I’VE NO ANSWERS, to these questions;
They’re not mine (?)
I AM just a painter, and I-offer-(you) this design,
And I (sometimes) ask some silly questions; it is a fool’s role,
For, am I you? Are-you not me? And have we reached our goal?**
* – (Yes) I haven’t got a clue; (pause) but Honey, I love you!
** – I still have got no clue, but, my Darling, I love you!