Going round in circles.

The circle of concern

was engulfed by

the circle of conflict.

But the bubble burst

by the circle of influence

releasing the circle of trust.

Soon the circle of self

attracted the circle of love 

bringing the circle of questions.

Unfortunately, the circle of answers

was hidden in the square box

the only clue, the light

from the prism of colours.

In a world of circles

I was becoming smaller

a dot on the horizon

passing through time's wind.

I have to go,

someone is pushing my circle

I will not bend

I am not an oval!

Reviews

[Iam-me]

You are absolutely so right on all aspects of your poem. Bravo. well said. An excellent poem on top.

[andrew mitchell]

many thanks Dawn

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend.
"I have to go,
someone is pushing my circle
I will not bend
I am not an oval!"
My circle is taking me to the wrong place. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

many thanks john

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Andrew.

[Chris Shaw]

Many of us go round and round in circles. That sounds like me trying to solve a problem. Somehow you have to find an escape route without creating another circle. Intriguing piece of writing Andrew. All good wishes.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Chris, yes our lives are like circles.