Image courtesy of Tess at Magpie Tales
Mimic of the sun
Spinning to ward off heat
With promises of water
Based on faith of industry
But the sky turned,
it was the color of dirt
The dirt choked out life
A fallout of broken dreams
The blades turned
life moved on, until the sun rose on
another set of hands lifting the vanes
and daring to dream of a different life
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Wow.
ReplyDeleteI really liked "With promises of water/Based on faith of industry". Such an accurate representation of places I have been; places both physical and metaphysical.
The blades turned
ReplyDeletelife moved on, until the sun rose on
another set of hands lifting the vanes
Never ending story, then... :)
I liked the link to the Dust Bowls, Oklahoma in the 1930's. Reminded me of "The Grapes of Wrath"
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of my granpa. His family lost their farm back in the 30's.
ReplyDeleteHope springs eternal. I really like this one.
ReplyDeleteI liked the opening line very much...
ReplyDeleteNice Nice Nice!
wonderful, bittersweet Magpie. Shades of Steinbeck.
ReplyDelete'based on faith of industry' ... not realistic today .... however, your Magpie is most real and I enjoyed it!!
ReplyDeleteThis is really a poignant write. Excellent piece here Irish.
ReplyDelete"...daring to dream of a different life." I love that.
ReplyDeleteI really like "daring to dream" — oh, I see Tess liked that part, too, so I guess I'm right about it. LOL
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this a lot.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel