At the Spinning Wheel

At the Spinning Wheel

A Poem by T. R. Phillips

Spin, spin! Ich bin.
Spin 'til skein's full.
Run full skeins 'til
skeins fill bin. Run!

Fill all bins 'til 
time steals skill. Spin!
Pull wheel 'til skin 
peels. . .skin. . .pull!

Pull 'til pain fills 
bins. Pain! Pull . . .
wheel still spins. . .
. . .still spins!

'Til time steals skill,
pure gold pain fills 
each bin. Ich bin! 
. . . skin . . . 

Run . . .pull . . . 
. . . still spins . . . 
Run, pull, still

. . . . . . . . . skin!

© 2013 T. R. Phillips


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T. R. Phillips
Copyright 2001

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T. R. Phillips
T. R. Phillips

Shreveport, LA



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Amateur and occasional writer and professional musician. Clarinetist for the Shreveport Symphony Orchestra since 1990. Part-time adjunct instructor of clarinet at Centenary College, and I live in Sh.. more..

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