Maiden of the mill
Prods the oxen round the path
Song calms the beast’s wrath
Dreams do overwhelm
Being the Princess of the realm
No more the beast’s helm
Lost in a reverie
The oxen no longer pleased
Stopped and the mill seized
©2010-2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 
Uh, oh! 😦
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Your just not seeing the esoteric message here…. lol
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It wouldn’t be the first time! 🙂
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Short poem power packed with very nice imagery!
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We both like the short poem from what I read on your blog! November gave me the appropriate chill. ..smiles..
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I liked how the poem drew me in and engulfed me into the moment that the maiden and the oxen shared with delicacy and ease only to leave me wondering what will happen next!
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This is where your imagination comes into play. Write equal verses in the same format and try to find completion; if no completion found, I’ll answer equal verses in the sam format until we find a completion of thought and story.. You wanna come out and play?
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it ain’t the
first nor last
time the mill stopped.
the oxen was
replaced by steam
& then electric motors
still the mill occasionally
stopped working. someone
dressed the status quo as progress.
nobody knows who breaks
the factory machines; the rotten fink
won’t come out & play.
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Is that what you meant? I’m always looking to play along & I have nothing but ethically conspicuous poetry to offer. A man of your obvios poetic skills is certainly capable of a call & answer. Dug your poem, thought you captured the theme perfectly. Am I on the right track here? Thanks for the tip, next one is on me.
crb.
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Excellent Job. ..smiles..
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