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

[Dante Balsote]

Reminds one of Wendell Berry's "How To Be A Poet", stanza 3:

Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.

[Angela Mulley]

This is a great write, well done!

[Havatara]

"or slick handeling" I believe it is handling, handeling. I liked the poem and what you were saying in it. Whenever you said "stop" I did stop, and I just stared at the word for a few seconds before I went on. I especially liked the stanza: "Let it discover you/ as you lie there/ gazing up." Very well done.

[Jeff]

Very emotional piece.

[Moonflower]

This was a wonderful write, the last two stanzas were my favorite, Excellent. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words took me in many directions. Your words are true. Can't allow the mind to waste time on the past and little on the future. Today is important. Sometimes the simple moments are the moments that hold a life together. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Very moving, made me think..Great job.

[Wondering Mind]

deep
Some very interesting phrases here..I won't copy and paste. I'm sure you know them all.

[Wolf]

Very powerful i love this write you show such emotion and i can feel it in your words. once again a lovely piece.

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This is a powerful piece of writing and such emotion.