I sit before a word process blank screen
Wondering where my mind
Has been
Not knowing it wandered to a point
Unseen
Woke one morning
To a reality check.
~*~
The night table by my side
A mess to say the least,
My poetry suffering
As I
Chased shadows
Searching for rhythms and rhymes
From verses and lines
Lost within
A Wandering mind.
~*~
With thoughts of losing it
In mind
I snapped out of it
Shaved and showered
Cleared up my night table scene.
~*~
Feeling like a new soul
Has awaken within
I fight for better control
Before a mind starts
To wander leaving me behind
In a bottomless pit
With a patted cell
Somewhere in my dreams
With two gents in white jackets
Waiting, a syringe in hand,
To steal my lines.
~*~
By William Bonilla
09/016/08
***Like something from a cuckoo’s nest***
lol of cause
Blessings,
Joyce B.
The mind is the most powerful tool
Of the human being possesses!
You must not let it take over your love for writing or
Anything else in life!!
But do remember many great poems
Are born from a wondering mind!!!
Lol that's my mind
Outstanding Write!!
Peace Love and Light...Morning star
R~
Always grasp for the brass ring with hope and passionate embraces.
Much love, light, and peace to you my dearest friend,
Amber "V"
:)Christine
In mind
I snapped out of it
Very glad to hear that, my friend.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Newfie Hugs, Rose
If you are in trouble mood...drink a few Coors and throw the empty bottles on the window-shield of a police patrolcar, althought they don't wear white....
Georg
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.