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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On Tuesday, December 27, 2016, dwells
(4180) 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
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On Tuesday, December 27, 2016, molock
(312) 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
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On Monday, December 26, 2016, sIo
(900) wrote:
Quaint and cute. I like it :-)
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On Tuesday, December 27, 2016, molock
(312) wrote:
thank you so much for the kind words, later slo. mo