What a
strange unfathomable vessel
is
the mind - mine especially
a porous bowl
of endlessly drifting thoughts
hard to pin
down harder still to capture
My guess is
because the mind is less a bowl
than a
mirror where a stampede of images
is
reflected have you ever wondered
how to
catch them as they high-step past
Words too
each on its own a packet of fleet-footed
stories folding
one into another opening like flowers
blown upon
the wind will o’ wisps puffs of breath
rolling as
the ocean’s glassy curves and then a crash
you think you understand until the tide pulls
back
the mind is metaphor mixing machine
ReplyDeleteA mix master
ReplyDelete...coated with
ReplyDeleteaccumulated paste
sometimes needs
a good strong tide