The Poetry of R.E. Slater: R.E. Slater - The Wheel or the Anvil?

"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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Friday, June 18, 2021

R.E. Slater - The Wheel or the Anvil?

"Time and a Fox Turning the Wheel of Fortune with People of all Ranks to the Right" (c.1526)

Woodcut by Albrecht Dürer (c.1471–1528)

The Wheel of Time

by R.E. Slater

The Wheel of Time turns,

as ages come and pass,

each leaving memories,

birthing legends long pass.

Legends fade to myths,

till myths were long forgot,

in Ages of long ago,

becoming legends once again.

R.E. Slater

June 19, 2021; rev August 9, 2021

*adapted fr. Robert Jordan

@copyright R.E. Slater Publications

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The Wheel or the Anvil?

by R.E. Slater

History has been shown

turning as a fated Wheel

when looking backwards,

steadily churning forwards,

slipping and grinding,

upwards or downwards,

on rising helical axial.

Ben Linus standing before the frozen donkey wheel of time at
the center of the Island of eternity, disrupting its fated grind, LOST

John Locke slipping the donkey wheel back into place upon its timeful axis
after Ben had purposely dislodged it, sending it skipping off in all directions, LOST

The Anvil too has been

a hardened, useful tool,

smashing and grinding,

unmade and made,

till all is remade

the reflecting pools

of one's Creator.