POETIC MINDA Poem by Roger TurgeonAn attempt to describe the poem writing processPoetic Mind The shadow of an idea springs
from a single word Of personal interest to me or
my sometime muse From there it spirals, corkscrewing
like a wounded black bird Falling and unraveling its
nest like an endless fuse Connections are formed as random
phrases are related Valid rhymes are discovered
and sinking stanzas are buoyed Iambic phrases grow lengthy….
mostly unabated And the significance morphs
as final thoughts are employed A quick read and quiet
thinking unveils hidden beliefs Is that what I’m all about,
is that what I really mean Looking inward I’m twisted
and curled like autumn leaves Is that what I remember from
the events I have seen I post it for you to get your
personal reaction Not sure if you can relate or
if am I all alone Your insightful comments bring
me to mental retraction Wishing I’d left more buffering
skin on my exposed bone Feelings I’d once forgotten,
but again now I greet them My thoughts coalesce, all the
loose ends finally bound The giving universe has tied
a bow on my poem A present of discovery
delivered without a sound © 2014 Roger TurgeonFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorRoger TurgeonNHAboutPoet, painter, collector of unusual objects, taker of lonely pictures, hypnotherapist. I write poetry for all emotional occasions though the majority seem to focus on depression and romance. Now I.. more..Writing
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