32 responses to “persistency of millstones”

1. Whip-lashed dreamery really is a dreamy line. 🙂

   • Maybe slightly contradiction.. but there are those dreams.

     • True …

2. Those millstones – they are persistent. I suspect it’s time that that relationship ground to a halt. (Ouch . . . couldn’t resist going there.)

   • Ha.. that grind can be worse than the sheer weight of those millstones.

3. Bjorn, These two don’t seem to be on the same wave length. Somethings got to give. —Susan

   • Indeed.. the communication seems to be lacking.

4. ha – you sometimes confuse me with your images – they seem to be so full of contradictions.. i wonder about the two of them as well… oy

   • I think the world is made up by contradictions — besides — I seem to remember an MTB with such contrasts 🙂

5. The weight could be sometimes more than we can carry.

   • Indeed

6. as nights of granite settle tenderly
   like millstones tied around my neck

   Millstones around the neck can be quite a bother. Sometimes we do have that feeling to be really down and out! Nicely Bjorn!

   Hank

   • especially after a granite night-

7. These words resonate in such a way with me today. I woke up with the nastiest of headaches, and a yucky looking eye, and my hip is killing me… I want to read your poem aloud and shake my fist at Fate. Maybe I will. Then I will apologize… Fate can be a feisty one. *cough*

   • Oh yes.. fate is a feisty lover..

8. A little too much dreamery in the coffee? Sicky sweet isn’t a popular flavor. One millstone or two?

   • I reckon there are two… with me in between..

9. I can feel the weight of this.

   • Indeed.

10. Wow! What an amazing title as a place to jump off into this existential dilemma.

    • I selected the title afterwards 🙂

11. I specially like the ending couplet…there’s a sense of dark foreboding with those millstones ~

12. your contrasting imagery is nicely wrought; have a good Monday

    much love…

13. what cool contrasts in texture…the nights of granite…settling gently…like millstones…its like a see saw…i kept going back to reading each line in relation to millstones…

14. I wonder whether the beauty is there to trick us or to woo us? Maybe it’s there to ease our paths? I wonder at times why the sun keeps shining when I am brokenhearted and God is not a Shakespeare to portend the times.

    • The contradictions are there.. constantly.

15. unjustified reality of sun-beams
    melting into swaying grass

    To me, this suggests that someone may be romanticizing a time when the weather wasn’t quite as pleasant, as we humans tend to do.

    I don’t always grasp your story, but the powerful images you invoke really make me think.

16. Poles apart ?

    • as it often might be…

17. Love the imagery

    Not quite sure what this is about
    but I have some guesses . . .

    Cheers!
    Jz

18. You encourage me to think about the fact that those things that weigh us down, the things we take on, are attractive in their own right. Perhaps that initial infatuation with the beauty of these burdens is what makes us piock them up and carry them.

19. interesting… so heavy! i think maybe going back to bed is in order.

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