Hi Sam,
Please forgive me for getting back to you so late.
This is a wonderful poem. It's so well written.
Thanks for this contribution.
Currents in the Mind
My mind, it flows like a river,
with currents light and dark,
moving ever onward and I shiver,
for it does go on in fair or stark.
Images course the stream so bold,
vivid colors over monotone bones,
fleshing out scenarios in many tones,
like a runaway life the Fates do hold.
Energy crackles in my perception,
as life shifts between real and deception,
and I wonder, can I begin to tell them apart,
for a mind often runs far beyond the heart.
Touch love with great care
empires have fallen to it
in this crazy world
For those who don't know me well, there is more then a little of the Irish in me, and I have old and sad ties to the green land of Erin. Sometimes I scratch out some poem or two of that land of mirth and hearthache, and I may as well post them here as leave them in the computer files to gather cyber-dust.
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Heart Wind
Winds kiss the tall grasses and weave pictures in the mind,
of a living sea that fills the land from sky to sky and back again.
They sing of places gone and yet to be again, for us to finally find,
amid the flowing of our history from the future where its lain.
The winds will speak of Kings, and Lords, and Jesters among mortal man,
and tell a weaving poem of epic form outlining each of them.
War and Peace, and in between, where man is best but often ban,
echoing songs of sorrow and joy too, and bittersweet the ancient poems.
Whispering pipes across the hills, each dale the depth to gently fill,
and call to hearts so far away, that come no more, or at last to stay.
Echoes of history that tell of it all, the giving of life or the last bloody kill,
drift on the wind like a song of the heart, touching us all in its own special way.