by Ruth Cox Wheels rollin' in a circular motion, Spinnin' way out o' control. A mind with a theatrical notion, Driven by heart and by soul. Love moved into my life as a squatter, I tumbled head over heels. Spindled clay bein' shaped by a potter Is just the way that it feels. There once was a reason to shout, "Hurrah!" Now for mercy I do plea. His rotation o' sorts, the coup de grace, Time shared betwixt her and me. The breakin' wheel is punishment in hell For one o' the seven sins. 'Tis time for me to bid a fond farewell Before that torture begins! Pride shouldn't be cause for a deadly blow, To me 'tis a gift to give. To thine own self be true, I surely know, Is the way I want to live. No, not another night alone in love, Cryin' a river o' tears. Singin' the wild call o' the mournin' dove Is not how I'll pass my years. I'll add some rotors to my spinnin' wheels, Hasten the pace to an end. He must decide if he's head over heels, And on whom his love he'll spend. Poem Index    Guestbook    Email A Bit O' My Poetry "Breakin' Wheels" Poem is copyright May 28, 2007 by Ruth Cox. Do not remove. Page graphics created exclusively by and for abitosunshine Do not remove. Photo used in page set by Rich Miller And is used with permission. Do not remove. "Two Lovers" Midi used with permission And is composed and sequenced by Andy Klapwyk Do Not Remove. Free JavaScripts provided by The JavaScript Source All poetry & writings, photos, graphics & midis are copyrighted. Please respect my wishes that they not be used... Nor be removed from the pages of abitosunshine... Without the written permission of myself and/or the artist. Your cooperation is appreciated. © 2000-present Ruth Cox