The cog

So, the world is always out of focus  

In its Ferris wheel of strangeness                     

It locates to the nearest cog deftly.          

The arrow of a swift’s tail is the only thing we’ll see.          

Our millponds have no clarity - no eaves        

Upon; which to rest, roll-up our sleeves?

 

It is like the swift, so often vexed

Has given up-on an old pretext:

It’s better not to live life to the fullest…

It’s better to work your damned hardest…

So the Ferris wheel of strangeness spins

Locates the cog, where it all again begins.

Reviews

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you for your reviews and kind words. K.T.S

[K.T.S]

I love your turn of phrase and the interesting use of 'swift', as well as the use of imagery. Overall, love.