Spinning Round (poem) by Dale Clark on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 3, 2006

Ah Dale, so very true, those were days! I remember riding my bike for hours! Loved this outstanding metaphor,

Reindeer

Reviewed on January 2, 2006

just as we pedal, so the wheels of life go 'round in circles ... excellent metaphor and symbolism ...

do memories define us or do we define our memories? or is it a bit of both?

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 2, 2006

Marvelous nostalgic write, Dale - took me back to my wonderful bike riding days - but my friends and I rode ours through the big city streets. Keep Peddling!

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on January 1, 2006

Wow! I truly love the images you've created here. A wonderful metaphor for the up-hill ride of our lives! "Our memories define us" that line ties in perfectly with your summation. Excellent job!

Carmen :-)

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on January 1, 2006

This one is so gentle and has so much to offer the reader the imagery came alive the wind in faces, the struggle we endure just as the bike riders. Nice sentiments in this peace the symolism of the repeat lines We will peddle the rest of our lives. Is wonderful in this piece. Happy New Years

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on January 1, 2006

Like Nordette, in the beautiful carousel of this write, that line: "Our memories define us", seems to me the hub from which all the spokes of our life emanate. Pedalling and paddling we are destined to do as we continue on our tireless journey... but may your wheels be on fire so that you always travel within the circle of light... Blimey, must be time for another glass of something...!! Happy Days, Dale, and I look forward to continuing that journey with you in the coming year. TY Kate xx

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on January 1, 2006

I love pedaling around the mountain here. Didn't have much of a bicycle when I was a kid but I'd manage to pedal anyway. I love the sentiments (and the meaning) here. Thank you. Happy New Year to you with love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on January 1, 2006

This poem reminds of the "The Circle Song" by Joni Mitchell,

"And the wheels go round and round and the painted
ponies go up and down...we're captured on the carousel
of time...we can't return, we can only look behind from
where we came and go round and round and round in the
circle game"

Remember? The song describes a boy and the stages of his youth. The beauty of children is that they live in the moment, but we "mature" adults are always striving, always running to get somewhere else.
Ironically all we really want is that feeling of living in the
now. This is why those memories are so sweet. Yes, "we pedal all our lives"! Oh the imagery and mood you create is like an old 8mm, Dale. One you rewind and play over and over to recapture the feeling. Our memories go round on the reel. Catch them and remember pure joy!

Love, Lin

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on January 1, 2006

Our memories define us

That line is more true than many of us care to acknowledge. Enjoyed reading you again, Dale. Have a joyful new year. ~~Nordette

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 1, 2006

Excellent poem Dale, thanks for sharing yourself and your
meaningful poetry with us! May the New Year be your best!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 1, 2006

Yip

'We’ll pedal for the rest of our lives'

Happy New Year Dale!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine

Reviewed on January 1, 2006

I like this poem -- I often think, wasn't it nice when we were kids and all we had to think about was getting home for lunch, but you say it so beautifully. R