Twisted
A love poem
Published in
Jul 25, 2024
O’
Wheel,
Do you
not know you
cannot simply be a circle?
You are endlessly spinning, twisted at your core.
Do you not realize this?
O’ my Wheel,
you are
a
spiral.
Written with gratitude, for Write Under the Moon’s July prompt, posted by Tree Langdon. I’ve visited this simple prompt a few times this month. For me, each time has revealed things, lessons of self. I am grateful for that.
The prompt can be found below. There are a few days of July left, if anyone else would care to enjoy.