let's go round again. . .

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round, like a circle in a spiral
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like a wheel within a wheel
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never ending or beginning

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on an ever-spinning reel


like a snowball down a mountain
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or a carnival balloon
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like a carousel that's turning
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. .
running rings around the moon.
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like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face .

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and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
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like the circles that you find
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in the windmills of your mind. . .
like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own

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down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
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like a door that keeps revolving

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in a half-forgotten dream
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or the ripples from a pebble
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someone tosses in a stream
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like a clock whose hands are sweeping
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past the minutes of its face
.

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and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
.
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like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
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keys that jingle in your pocket
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words that jangle in your head
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why did summer go so quickly? was it something that you said?
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lovers walk along a shore

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and leave their footprints in the sand
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is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
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pictures hanging in a hallway
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and the fragment of a song, half-remembered names and faces

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but to whom do they belong?
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when you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
.

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that the autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair
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like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
.
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never ending or beginning

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on an ever-spinning reel
.

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as the images unwind
.

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like the circles that you find
.
.
in the windmills
of your mind

19 comments:

Mel said...

*happy sigh*

What a beautiful way to begin a Monday.......g'morning and great day to you!

I, still, ♥ the views said...

it's an oldie and a goldie

:-)

craig andrew said...

Good Morning! Pond hopping for lemonade? C:)

I, still, ♥ the views said...

I'll see if I can persuade XCH to donate some airmiles to my cause, if there's an offer of lemonade on a porch across the pond. . .

:-)

katherine. said...

ah...another wonderful tune...

my mind feels like windmills today

I, still, ♥ the views said...

:-)

Gordie said...

This is why i got charged twelve pounds for trying to read your blog on my phone. LOL :-)

I, still, ♥ the views said...

if that's the case, how much did the phone cost you?

ha ha ha

hope you had a fun time

Mel said...

LOL

Personally would find it worth the 12 pounds!

OMGosh.....suppose I can make that webthingy work on the cellphone and read weblogs on the go?

LOL This could be dangerous.....

Mel said...

<--- creature of habit. What can I say?

And isn't it awesome how the hands of time aligned on the page......

Just sayin'.....

(((((((( ILTV ))))))))))

the Beep said...

is this new? I thought this was where I was before.
Now I'm mildly confused.

I, like the view said...

doesn't take much, beep old boy, does it. . .

ha ha ha

;-)

Silver Solo said...

Until you’ve been beside a man
You don’t know what he wants
You don’t know if he cries at night
You don’t know if he don’t
When nothin’ comes easy
Old nightmares are real
Until you’ve been beside a man
You don’t know how he feels

thank you for sharing your feelings

Mel said...

:-)

If some is good--more is better!

Just sayin'.....

Gordie said...

The film-maker gave the songwriters seven minutes of Steve McQueen flying a glider, and asked them to come up with a song to match the scene.

a little bird said...

Alan and Marilyn Bergman on songwriting:

"When we hear a melody, we feel that there are words on the tips of those notes, and we have to find them."

How did the song "Windmills Of Your Mind" come about?

MB: That was an assignment, for a picture called The Thomas Crown Affair. It was a picture about a very wealthy playboy who has been everywhere and done everything, and for a thrill, plans a very complicated bank heist. There was a scene in which he is flying a glider for pleasure while he's planning the bank heist, and the director shot six- or seven-minutes of him circling in the glider -- which is a dream for a songwriter: no dialogue, no sound effects, just a little shoosh of wind. Norman Jewison, the director, wanted a song that exposed no character, that didn't tell any plot -- he just wanted the restlessness and uneasiness of the character underlined. Michel wrote six or seven full melodies, and when we work with him, we write to his melodies, because even though he expresses himself perfectly in English, his French accent is such that things can come out sounding a little like calypso songs! He played us these wonderful melodies, and we agreed to sleep on it. The next morning all three of us had independently chosen this oddball melody, almost baroque in feel. It was the opposite of what we had thought we would have chosen the night before.

AB: I think we chose it because it's kind of a ribbon, a circular melody that reflected the flight of a glider very well.

MB: And it reminded us of those moments when you're trying to fall asleep and you can't turn your mind off. Anxiety is circular, actually.

Mel said...

k......

Like the song even more now....

I, like the view said...

did you ever do that thing with a ribbon attached to the end of a stick, kinda like the Chinese dancers and some gymnasts. . .

that's what I'm imagining, a ribbon twirling around and around, looping and flicking

only in slow motion

Mel said...

Ohhhh.....now there's an imagining I can wrap my head around.

(No pun intended--though I'm pretty sure I'd be all wrapped up if I even tried to do something creative with those ribbons...LOL)