This was a different poem a few days ago, when I was traveling. That version was several stanzas long and all about time's being a wheel, and the Rota Fortunae. There were some interesting images, but on the whole I didn't feel that it was traveling far enough to come back around. It just sat and spinned.
Ralph, I think you workshopped something very similar to "A Plant's Seasons" here before. The slant rhymes are playful and childlike (those are intended as compliments).
Not sure about the last one. I like the concept, but something about it just doesn't grab me yet. Maybe changing the rhyme scheme from abba to abab would make it more satisfying for me.
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