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The Creative Cycle
After a while joy
Turns into discomfort
Goes up a gear
Into pain,
Never this far again
Spoke the wheels
Tyred of the road
But each revolution
The resolution
A pact
Between pedals and legs
Holds
As chain runs
And folds
Through the slick trickery
Of lesser wheels
A noiseless efficiency
Appeals
And so on bisecting
The sentiment of broad fields
Intimacy of reticent copse
And narrow rictus of
Startled lane glimpsed
And passed - perhaps
Forever- like a thought
Unpursued
Forgot.
Turns into discomfort
Goes up a gear
Into pain,
Never this far again
Spoke the wheels
Tyred of the road
But each revolution
The resolution
A pact
Between pedals and legs
Holds
As chain runs
And folds
Through the slick trickery
Of lesser wheels
A noiseless efficiency
Appeals
And so on bisecting
The sentiment of broad fields
Intimacy of reticent copse
And narrow rictus of
Startled lane glimpsed
And passed - perhaps
Forever- like a thought
Unpursued
Forgot.
Published 2nd Sep 2013
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