The Mind Catcher

He waited until the Moon was high

And its beam shone on the sand,

Telling himself the time was nigh

He could overcome the land,

But everyone slept beneath the Moon,

Their minds were out of reach,

Except for the girl who stayed awake

And wandered along the beach.

Her mind was a well of confusion

There was love and there was pain,

She’d only done it the once, she thought,

But never she would again,

She thought of the sense of boundless joy

It gave when the love was there,

And how it crashed like a broken toy

When it gave way to despair.

And all the while he had watched the girl

From his vantage point on high,

Peering from his coal-black wings

In the dark of the evening sky,

Her thoughts he was carefully sifting

To glean what he could of use,

‘What was this thing called love,’ he thought,

‘It must be a term of abuse!’

And then a panicky wave of pain

Had hit him out of the blue,

How could she feel such love again

When the pain came seeping through,

He tried to stop but he couldn’t block

She was too intense for that,

His wings were quivering, dark and shivering

Like a giant bat.

He tried to impress his mind on her

As often he’d done before,

But found that distress was more or less

What she was looking for,

She dumped her pain in the darkening sky

And thought that she saw some wings,

As he crashed into a raging sea

In wonder at what love brings.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Barbz]

In the quiet times, which are usually under the moon, deep conflicting emotions are likely to invade the minds of those struggling with the whys and whens. This lovely example of perfect rhyme and meter touches on that agonizing bliss..( now, that's an oxymoron)! A lovely example of the soft side of the Master of poetry, who most often takes us on a journey that makes our spine tingle with his offerings of extraordinary experience. I really liked this, and tho the ending was great, I could have enjoyed an additional stanza or two! Nice work DLP....Barbz

[TL Boehm]

So good to read you again friend. A dark and lovely poem at the same time.

[emmajoy]

Wondered about the title, The Mind Catcher; would it be ghoul or Big Brother.! ?

The first read of one of your finely crafted, superbly metered poems, is always straightforward because you words always flow so well, Then one returns to start all over, slowly savouring the characters and dialogue, the start to the finish and the in between. Then, DLP, there's the third read, the one whispered loudly where the heart of the poem shows itself.. and there and then.. there's so often a moral... and love is IT this time.

As always, a fascinating and special post!

[ANTO]

"She aint heavy ...." - oh wait - she feckin is...*splash* lmao

So he finally met his match., in the form of a broken heart. How very apt for an emotional vampire, lol.
Such imagery. Great to read you again DLP. I have some catching up to do I see.
Happy Daze !!
:))

[softlyfall]

I am always gratefully impressed when I encounter such elegant and eloquent use of end rhymes. They are perfect here for the purpose of narrative.
Falling in love can be so very painful.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The dark, the light, the wonder ... we have all drowned in this sea. I love the dark romanticism and the use of wings.

[David Scott]

One of my favorites from you David. You are a romantic after all... I always knew it.
Happy New Year my fiend!
Loving the books!