906. Windmill Philosophy (Playing with the Ball in my Co urt)

Some strange footprints found
In the sand or the mud so profound
Warned me I’m not alone
Nor shall I become a clone
So mysterious as they were
They could have danced a twirl
Or slipped by in the dead of night
To seek its prey to fright
But whether friendly or evil
They remind me of something medieval
Is it a mythical creature or guide?
To protect me from terrible slide?
Just to know I am never alone
Causes my mind to be blown
Is it something to fear or a deer?
I hear, ‘Follow your heart, dear!’
Why then I am comforted to go forward
I spring from the reigns bored
Even so, the bit’s still in my mouth
Steering me clear of filth
That’s why I write & don’t speak much
Charging invisible windmills and such
The fear is all in our heads, you see
Some real, but most just philosophy!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
This entry was posted in footprints, poem, Windmill Philosophy and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s