ax to grind

By molock

the wheel starts spinnin',
i get an uneasy feelin'
inside.
smote the stone with
steel,
sparks begin to fly.
from the smoldering ash,
another blade will rise.
there's no sense denyin',
I'll always have an ax to
​grind

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Copyright 2016 molock
Published on Monday, December 26, 2016.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"
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  • dwells On Tuesday, December 27, 2016, dwells (4289)By person wrote:

    I can almost visualize an old blacksmith pedaling away at his grindstone wheel, and honing an edge with a steady hand and discerning eye. Great wordplay on this extended metaphor Mo and cheers! - Dan

  • molock On Tuesday, December 27, 2016, molock (314)By person wrote:

    thanks as always Dan, this is the last stanza of a poem I wrote with the same title. Just for the record, your writing has been fantastic lately, I've really have been enjoying it. cheers -mo

  • sIo On Monday, December 26, 2016, sIo (926)By person wrote:

    Quaint and cute. I like it :-)

  • molock On Tuesday, December 27, 2016, molock (314)By person wrote:

    thank you so much for the kind words, later slo. mo


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