There's only one end to a circle
though you may think that's incorrect
because this everyday phenomenon appears complete
in its own geometry of side-less perpetual momentum
roundly just going about constantly shaping
the business of being fully formed and whole
the circle seems independently free
no need to join the squares over there
at no point in the circle is a straight line to be seen
every atom every molecule stacked and fitted repeatedly
curving at every dot no two ever go the same direction
making clean this constantly turning structure
without corners beginnings and seemingly no end
history becomes an unwavering process
unlike rain that comes and goes
this thing just goes on and on like a roll
yet if considered well its reflection
tells another story a way to see this cycle
is to draw it out and when you stop
its end's uncovered
image: Unending - ink on paper jskewes
no end to circles as far as I'm concerned
ReplyDeleteI kind of thought that was the point
I think of stopping as falling off the roundabout
going under the juggernaut
exploding with your star
a wheel, on the other hand, might be bespoke
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DeleteAs always, I love the image and the poem and how they connect. The only thing I’m not so fond of is “over there” in the second stanza which takes me out of the scene (which is “here").
ReplyDeleteYes Magdalena ... so true regarding over there!
DeleteI have just the remedy in mind thank you!
The rolling movement is very well rendered and I almost felt dizzy when leaving the poem not really knowing if i found the end of the circle! I wonder: was the drawing the source of the poem? or the other way around?
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