Dance of the Wooden Blades

Assignment for Lesson 3 of SWPoet 's poetry workshop:

Lessons 1-4 - Poetry  (E) Poetry "practice sessions" -APRIL LESSONS READY (LESSONS 1-4) #1406396 by SWPoet

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Version 1

Dance of the Wooden Blades

The windmill’s blades entrance
me with calm and contentedness. Behold
her beauty, tall and sturdy,
with open arms, she turns
round and round. Slow

pausing thoughts
circle on my paper, no words, twirling,
swirling, going nowhere, latched
to a slaved mind
begging

freedom. Shifting winds quicken,
blades awaken
sleepy thoughts. Strong and stable,
she no longer is content
with a lullaby. Escalating

to new boundaries, unafraid,
we tap into the rhythm we long
to experience. She leads
and I follow, mesmerized
by the power

discovered. Circles become letters as
my wooden blade soars, words
leaping, spinning thoughts twirling,
swirling round. Pleasantly
I feel no urge

to rest, filled with strength
and freedom beyond
a calm and sleepy state. Exhausted,
we greet content and pause
with open arms…

… and celebrate the dance of the wooden blades.

Version 2

Dance of the Wooden Blades

The windmill’s blades entrance
me with calm and contentedness. Behold
her beauty, tall and sturdy,
with open arms, she turns
round and round. Slow

pausing thoughts
circle on my paper, no words, twirling,
swirling, going nowhere, latched
to a slaved mind
begging

freedom. Shifting winds quicken,
blades awaken
sleepy thoughts. Strong and stable,
she no longer is content
with a lullaby. Escalating

to new boundaries, unafraid,
we tap into the rhythm we long
to experience. She leads
and I follow, mesmerized
by the power

discovered. Circles become letters as
my wooden blade soars, words
leaping, spinning thoughts twirling,
swirling round. Pleasantly
I feel no urge

to rest, filled with strength
and freedom beyond
a calm and sleepy state. Exhausted,
we greet content and pause
with open arms…

… and celebrate the dance of the wooden blades.

SWPoet, I think I actually like Version 1 better this time around.