Life is a wheel that spins slowly,
the grand circle of joy and despair.
If I can, I’ll try to stop the wheel
and live forever without time or lines.
I feel the burns and smell the stench,
and I see the light, the crash of thunder,
the sour flavor of death on my tongue.
That wheel turns as it wants,
now spinning faster and faster,
tearing gum-drop buttons off my jacket
and sewing hooks on my shirt with thread,
then hooking it together again.
I will stop this nonsense wheel
and send it crashing down because
when life moves too fast, we can’t see
if trees waltz with the wind, or fall with fatigue.
If I draw a picture, then walk around in it,
will the life that spins finally slow?
If I listen to the beautiful sounds of time
will it stop and rest on a note?
I know if I stop a speeding train with
a solid wall, it will derail and explode.
So if I stop the wheel, I may live forever,
but the world will derail and explode
into many rocky shards.
This is a poem that I wrote in a writing class a couple semesters ago. It has been published in my school’s literary magazine to be released in the spring. This poem about determination was one of my favorites and I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. I hope everyone else enjoys it too. I will be publishing a poem or two every now and then. Like I said, my blog is going to be a collage of sorts.