The Mind

Our mind is an extraordinary thing.

Where calculations and consideration

     Challenge the world around,

Where bright dreams dance the night away.

 

Where small innocence is deceived and

     Wisdom takes its place,

Where anger and animosity gives a darker shade.

 

Where passions soar and seize the soul

     Devoted to those we love,

Where a spirit resides, embracing life with impressions.

Reviews

[bailish]

I think you were just running wild with this one. Perhaps the most unusual in this is that you talk of passion in the mind instead of the heart, but I think this is more correct. Passion arises from a reckless love directed in a particular direction. I've heard it said that women make love with their minds while men make love with their bodies. Your poem, while not talking about men, certainly does suggest that about women.