I can't help it..

Somedays..
I am just here..absolutely here.
I hang on to every word of yours..as a religious to religion.

But then..
On
Somedays..
Am just elsewhere..
                          In my mind.
Please do not judge me for it.
Do not take it to be rude.

I can't help it..as simply as it is.
I do not know the rules of this world.
Perhaps I am a simpleton.

Mind..
Takes on a spiral random route..
As a mound of wool..every strand running its own course.

Or
Maybe like a spilled coffee..droplets..
             astray..free.

Today I saw smoke rising from factory chimney
I wanted to be the smoke
                            diffuse free anonymous.

Reviews

[paul]

first stanza: unique. i love the word some, sometimes, somedays etc.
i lean toward being elsewhere. being here i was never very good at.
the '...rules of this world.' line is fantastic in its placement and power.
'spiral random route' is very relatable.
the coffee line is precious.
ending's fantastic.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I am happy you were not that smoke .... staying here and fight your bad thoughts will make you stronger ...

[Larry Dyson]

Somedays..
Am just elsewhere..
In my mind.
Please do not judge me for it.
Do not take it to be rude.
what a comment..what an analogy...explaining but not really ..just stating that sometimes I am this way ..in contemplation

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

...the windblown spores of a Dandelion.
Beautiful composition of thought and word.
I love every bit of it.

[JC]

i feel your freedom, so whole heartedly, you, the ghost collecting from all the experiences around you, you who sees beyond the curtain, beyond the wiz into the eye of the universe...you who i wish would speak louder to the world, a world that desperately needs the mind and vision of a soul as yours, that needs you to be stronger to allow us to be more clear in our actions and lives....

[Robin]

love this piece ! sometimes we feel we have to explain ourselves when we really shouldnt have , especially in those moments of solitude that help us define ...

[Jibey]

A clever reflection on the strange matter of our changing moods.. the image of the spilled coffee and the factory chimney said it all...

[Samith Pich]

Wow, you've written a poem exactly about me about my experience yet better than it could have been. What a wonderful thing to write about, so ordinary like a lettter yet so special because you shone light on it.

Thanks for sharing

[Ed Hart]

yes, mind takes a spiral random route