Poetry Challenge 2009: Day 11 / Prompt - an object

>> 4.16.2009

The Old Windmill

In the distance
a sentinel slumps
weary and forlorn
a solitary watcher
with nothing
left to see

its vanes reached
outward, always seeking
the wind’s embrace
swiveling and swooping
like a hawk
hunting thermals
on which to soar

its body sang
with a joyous heartbeat
pumping silver liquid
harvesting and gifting
spilling out precious
life essence
across the land

its eye beheld
endless horizons
rolling verdure
speckled by cattle
hides gleaming
like midnight sun

it watched over
countless children
future’s inhabitants
playing at its feet
in shimmering water

its body bleeds rust
its melancholy vanes
hum intermittent notes
its dead eyes watch
wistfully over spiky-brown
fields desolate


no offspring to keep
no purpose to fulfill
proud sentry no longer
a dusty relic
just the old windmill
listing in the wind


About This Blog

The name for this blog was inspired by a quote by Nietzsche, below.

"Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?" ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

I plan on this being the start of an incredible journey of discovery and creativity. I invite you to bring your pen, and come dance with me!


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