Looking down on the city’s departures …

By Rhiannonw

Fri, 26 Mar 2021
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Like spokes on a wheel they travel out far
in all directions, by train or car.
Going where? and Why?
Scattered destinations lie
south and west, east and north,
constant multitudes going forth.
How little we know
of where they all go
and what they intend
to do at journey’s end.

When weary of going
will they be knowing
the peace of release
as they come to rest
when goings all cease
their anchor drop, to stop
for the stillness from stress in a haven-nest.

[IP: Going somewhere]

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Comments

Submitted by marandina on

Nicely done, Rhiannon. Paul :)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Paul. Simple wonderings, but nice to try to get it in flowimg fomr! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Your poem made me very glad not to need to be going anywhere :0) It has a bustly feel - I like how you slow it right down with the "op" sounds and then the easing with s sounds at the end. There is always so much craft in your writing! I'm amazed, every time, how you speed up, slow down, enliven or make quiet

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Di. I love the way you analyse sounds, and show how so many words, and combiations of words can be onomatopeic. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Rhiannon,

Lovely little poem. I liked the image of the spoke of a wheel and the picture too to illustrate it. Nice and whimsical !!!

hilary     smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you. Glad you enjoyed! Rhiannon