Drop-Spindle, Spindle-Drop

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Drop

Drop-Spindle, Spindle-Drop
©March 15th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

How heavy the weight of
All your pride,
How heavy the weight of
Things to come!

How heavy the weight of
Things you’ve done,
(Both good and bad
Some mad, some sad)!

How heavy the weight
Of silken ties,
That hold you down,
And hold you back!

You spin your days
On a spindle large –
And threads of gold
You’ll weave into cloth.

And you hope it holds
But your work cannot stop.
So you dream, while you keep
Spinning on and on.

And the lines you spin,
Lead back to the centre
And keep things going
Through days so long.

But things fall apart
Spin out of course,
And the threads get caught
In a web of dross.

So, drop it for now,
You can pick it back up.
Yes, drop it for now,
Sit back for a while.

So, drop it for now –
And another will spin
She’ll spin for a bit,
She’ll keep it rolling.

So, drop it for now,
Look up to the sky,
Let the world spin on
By herself on her own.

And the spindle you drop,
Gets caught in a gale
And a spin-drift catches
At all your dreams.

And you’ll gaze in awe, and
Catch your breath.
For, the silk keeps spinning
But the spindle’s gone.

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Vijaya Sundaram