dust is flung up
tall as the charioteer
as the wheels spin past
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #698, Chariot, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Dusty Springfield –
A very cool image! And perhaps I’m reading more into it than is there — but it feels like a metaphor for something much larger. 🙂
Absolutely! And if you do find what it’s a metaphor for feel free to let me know 😉
I was thinking of the karmic wheel a bit (as you do). I think ‘past’ should have been ‘passed’ (right? I sometimes get those confused) but decided to keep the typo for that resonance 🙂
Actually, I think you did well with ‘past’ 🙂
Great response Blake