My Mind My Break

 

Whenever you can't think
of something to think of

 

Stop.

 

All that hasty fumble
through the scatters
of what has become
of what might be

 

Keep it burried
that mound
of smothering fumes
The people to pelt
blame or love at
And sins to repent

 

Keep them burried
well quenched
behind a wall

And keep it hidden
that blotch
of impending bless (or curse)
the bridges to cross
and prickly pebbles
to trip over

 

Keep them hidden
in that gypsy's
crystal ball

 

Stop.

 

None of that
lucid wording
or slick handeling
of life's swindles

 

Do not look
for that cloud
in the spaces
of your mind

 

Let it discover you
as you lie there
gazing up

Let that blemished
downy cloud
pass over you
to wash you
with its content

 

You don't need
the least effort
to tear it apart

 

You wish for it.

 

Wish for the sound
of its waters
fusing with earth
to be the only tone
heard (for now)

 

Wish for the drizzle
to be the only tickle
down your stale skin
(for now)

 

Stop.

 

Let this feeling
of your lips curving
in impulsive delight

 

and this feeling
of your cheeks vaguely
coiled in dimples be
the only knowledge
you momentarily need

Author's Note

Any comments?

Reviews

Wow. I believe i go through this feeling pretty much all the time. You describe the feeling well! :)

[Haifa]

Amazing job, keep writing! I liked it and I felt your poem is so honest.

[Erin]

Repetition was amazing, use of parentheses was excellent. Word choice was incredible. Nice job.
PBP

[mamabear]

This is a fantastic write. Well done. I really enjoyed reading this poem. I look forward to reading more.

Love

mamabear x

[Geralyn Miller]

Excellent, oh, young and wise one. Choose to live life with no regrets, don't be one of the time wasters, those who are always locked in the futility of regret, always moaning "I shoulda, coulda, woulda"

[AreWeBothCrazy]

beautifully written, I envy ur style :)

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meditation springs to mind...clearing the space between the ears! nice write

[Marie Harrison]

Bravo! I love this thought provoking write. It took me away to another land, losing my self in that place that writers all go to.

[My Fair Lady]

Let it come to you. Work smart..not hard.

[Blossom]

yeah. it kind of reminds me of that poem also. but either way its a really good write. Love the first line. its contradictory, when your think about how you can't think. I love that.