Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist)

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Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel

© irene waters 2017

Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning running rings around the moon

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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

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Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own

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Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone

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Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

© irene waters 2017

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

© irene waters 2017

Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

© irene waters 2017

Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

Vincent Van Gough painting The Starry Night 

In the windmills of your mind