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

[black.butterfly]

That was a great write. :)

[Vivek Koshy]

truly good.
the breAK you gave in between is all i usually need!!
well bury the rest

nice work!

[Dante Balsote]

Another gem.

[Miss Coral]

This was really interesting- the flow was flawless to me. I would run this through spellcheck, but otherwise, I thought this was great. Very nicely done. c:

-Coral-

[A.r. Bazian]

wow... deep! very deep!
as for structure, rhyme and flow, i might find other ways to make this flow better! but none the less this is great!
and extremely well written, as a poetic prose of some sort! but never mind the poetic elements, this is amazing!

[Mauricio Montoya]

Threes a lot truth and wisdom in this write at least that’s what I get from it. All poetry is left to interpretation so from my view point I think you’ve done an excellent job. Keep on writing.

[just rose.]

I really really love this. Because I have OCD I have to practice thought-stopping at least a hundred times a day, and when I am successful it is exactly what you suggest here that becomes my peace.