Colied

How these musings swirl and buzz

around my head in a loop. 

Then what churns appears all fuzz

for the eyes begin to droop. 

As my dreams get no free rein,

they roam like a vagabond. 

But yet they remain unseen-

tamely coiled up and unborn. 

Slowly burn all my wishes-

musings turn into ashes.

The Wave

There she stands cradling her child

begging for food or money.

Little child, bushy hair wild,

smiles with those eyes like honey.

When his hands his mother holds,

he joyfully hangs and clings.

The mischief ticks and unfolds-

like a pendulum he swings.

But as I pass looking grave-

mother nods, little boy waves.

Wheel

Worldly wisdom the cart loads

to reach somewhere that seems wise.

The wheel eyes the random road,

and the axle squeaks and shies.

The spokes squeak with mighty strain-

align to juggle this weight.

Lose no bearings bogey-train,

and oil the armour of fate.

Wobbly ride across the span-

along rolls the journeyman.