Wheels of the bus, Day 25

NaPoWriMo, Day 25


Do the wheels of the bus
Roll round and round?

Are you trying to remind me
of those wheels
in that sweet short rhyme?
Are those wheels
the ones of my fortune
rolling endlessly ahead
never stopping their roll
their run
their smooth and gliding forward
and leave behind
all that chance
has witnessed overboard?

Do I understand
Those wheels
The path my scribbling wisdom took?
The tipsy driver
Gets them zig-zag
Through the mist
Of love and moons.

Ah, insatiable you…


© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader