Tag Archives: Inspiration

return to the fold(ing mirror)

space odyssey
distant humanity
mirror connection
my reflection

My latest Facebook colour background sized poem returns to the Folding Mirror theme of this website and the form premiered here, but it doesn’t take that shape.

The title of the post wordplays: 1. To begin participating in, belonging to, or supporting some group, activity, or field that one left for a period of time in the past.
https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/return+to+the+fold

WRITER MIND RECOLLECTIONS

Diving deep into brain
to reach the artistic
melancholy mind
is like riding rapids
through a harsh environment
to an oasis.

sleep celebrates silence,
space irons out lumps…
wake to human news,
return to writing
after music soothes

My books have investigated the writer mind (mining mine!) more than anyone I know, and the above are more in tow!

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Isolation Generation

Nobody built bridges
or dug deep ditches
to where my mind
resides with own kind.

The above Facebook sized poem developed from this thought, that I first posted as a draft here yesterday:
Bridges (positive) and ditches (negative) built in my wake to imply I was diverted away; attention; from reaching my intended destination.

Short Poem, Deep Thought

The Generation of the title mainly refers to generating; as in isolation generating a mindset; but abstractly can also work for those living amongst covid-19: while it’s impossible not to be affected by it, maybe some will learn from it for the better of their mind? 

I think I’m mentally where I thought I’d be at this age; either alone or with a soulmate; but I’m not sure when I started thinking that. Certainly, the greenYgrey decade (2006-2016: 40-50 years of age) was a transition period I set out, and wrote about, but don’t think I knew much about the future before that. 

Poet3 Philosoph4

3 poems I made time to post to Facebook this morning; then one more, changing the title of this post to wordplay Poetry and Philosopher with numbers:

Silence is golden, subtle movement surreal
rising to the task: thought: tremendous
dividing again, creating new neural pathways…

12.02 running glue
drips from sticky sky
no more gravity defiance
to trees, falling in lime compliance

it’s all in your mind:
your it’s all mind

Bonus poem thought of here, falling into Moby Memory Gospel state of mind. After seeing it take shape, I crafted it into a Folding Mirror poem.

Thinking of Dogs: Wolves and Walks

do dogs dream of when they were wolves
I probably know what you’re thinking
if you’re younger than me
because I passed through
that age
while I was sinking
deeper into my life experience
the variables anyway but maybe not
if dogs dream of their today and tomorrow

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