Spinning

I like resolutions.
Chaos tied up nicely with gold ribbons
and put away complete.
Resolutions don’t always come.
As much as I want them, I know this to be true.
So I find myself with loose strands of gold
blowing wildly in my mind.
With nowhere to anchor, they circle and circle.
I try to catch them all and patch them together.
Like trying to wrap a gift with too little paper,
it just doesn’t work.
I close my eyes and imagine them all dissolving away.
I feel relief until my eyes open and they reappear.
I close my eyes again and stare each ribbon down,
every last golden piece of a thing I don’t understand.
As I stare, one by one they fall limp to the ground of my mind.
As if by simply looking at them, their wind is silenced,
like they finally got what they needed and now they can rest.
So can I.

Reviews

[Neville]

What a fantastic introduction to your poetry my friend .. I really enjoyed 'Spinning' .. hope others will now follow in the wake I have hopefully created because these words are so much more deserving thann just having me look into them ............................... Neville

[darynbleach]

Thank you!! :)