On Keeping Tabs Of Mind.

I have shoe loose

Trips train of thought

In lace untied

And scattered mind

Is lost inside

Entangled head

Untidy round

Eyes listless blue

The night is on

No Sun is home

Moonblind my eyes

I feel waylaid

In this dark maze

Just seeing stars

Way overhead

As then I bump

Into a girl

In whose face

There looms a tic

Of eyebrow quick

About the figures

Her features take

As my heart sinks

To fish for pearls 

nightlight1220's picture

I love how this poem swirls

I love how this poem swirls you around as in a dance in the beginning, landing you safely on the ground after an unsuspected 'tic', like a bump in the road!! Muah! Loved it!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

fishindeepwater96's picture

Thanks for the comment:)...

Thanks for the comment:)...I did indeed stumble into this poem,hehehe,...ooops,,,

,,,:D...

 

allets's picture

A Spiral That Spirals

Now that is the way to catch a falling rhyme - not easily done, masterful in fact, sheer delight to read and travel with you to the end that is no end, but a means ~~A~~



Onyamaichi

 

fishindeepwater96's picture

Thanks:)...

There is never an end or a beginning...poems catch you in the middle...Ooosh!:D...I feel we're forever falling and forever catching ourselves doing so...A falling into another fall...And a stopped clock always tells the same time twice a day,:-)...