Assignment for Lesson 3 of SWPoet's workshop: Compare and Contrast |
Assignment for Lesson 3 of SWPoet 's poetry workshop:
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. |