Wheels Turning

So many wheels
and turn they must
for if they don't
the'll turn to rust

Turning, churning
thoughts are burning
memories into my minds path

spokeless, wordless
thoughts ever surging
leaving only dust

Spinning,never winning'
all is endless revolutions
evolving then dissolving
all in it's wake

Last Few Words: This was written for a picture a friend had sent me and wanted a poem they had taken of bicycles

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

Region, Country: north carolina usa, USA

Favorite Poets: Leonard Cohen

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A wise descriptive little piece. Very much enjoyed the read.
Hope your friend likes it too.
Thanks for sharing dear.

Thank you
yes he did like it

Thank you

To be honest I wasn't thinking of a bike when I wrote this and you picked up on that right away

Just seeing a whole lot of wheels turning in your mind. Wondering who goes there? A poem within a poem. ~ Geez.
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Very astute observation thank you