Journey through my Psyche

Journey through my Psyche

A Poem by Richard McLin
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A man travels in a dream to discover something he's lost.

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I

 

I walk in a dark corridor that is my psyche.

Siting on a stool in front of the exit is a dwarf eating pie.

He takes one look at me and spits his pie on my shoes.

“Why did you spit your pie?”

Dwarf did not answer and just took another bite.

 

 

II

 

Passed the dwarf was a door marked “FRAGILE”.

I stepped through into a beautiful field of flowers.

No path to be seen I had no choice but to walk through them.

With every flower I crushed I seemed to lose something.

Sometimes there is no way around losing yourself.

 

III

 

On the other side of the field I spotted a cabin.

Upon entering I found an old man and woman.

All they did was stare at each other.

“Hello.” I called out.

The did not answer, their pies were in the oven.

 

IV

 

I left the cabin and found a scarecrow.

He was beating a crow to death with an ear of corn.

The crow cried out for help but none seemed to come.

The scarecrow laughed with every cornish blow.

Sometimes what we want can be our undoing.

 

V

Finally made it to a town called “Mind Lost”.

Entire population were walking in circles and drooling.

Their clothes disintegrating amongst a wonderful aroma.

I look to see small puffs of smoke from every window.

They don't see me, their pies are cooling in the window.

 

VI

 

At the city limits I came to a chain smoking camel.

He has a lemonade stand charging memories for glasses.

He put out his smoke and offered a glass.

I told him I lost my memories back at a field.

Sometimes you don't miss something till you need it.

 

VII

 

The camel pointed me to the nearest lost and found.

It was a box the size of an infinite abyss.

As I dug through I found others in there searching.

One told me that someone had stolen their pies.

They would not help, their pies were in someone else's hands.

 

VIII

 

Forgetting my memories I once again ventured out.

In a near by swamp I spotted a frog singing the blues.

Looking up from his lily pad, he stared with his big frog eyes.

Handing me his harmonica he said it was my turn.

Sometimes others will hope you discover your feelings.

 

IX

 

Nearing the end I came upon an oasis.

There in a beach chair again was the dwarf.

Looking down I saw the crusty pie spit from the corridor.

The dwarf walked up to me and handed me pie.

He helped me, I now had the pie I craved.

 

X

 

I wake from the journey of my psyche.

Looking over at the empty spot of the bed.

Cannot forget her music, love, and baking.

Her “Wizard of Oz: sits on a near by table.

Sometimes your reminded of the things you try to let go.

 

 

 

Richard McLin 2009


© 2018 Richard McLin



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This piece rocked. Seriously.
It reminded me of Salvador Dali's artwork--very surreal and dreamlike. The constant repetition of pie, the chain-smoking camel, the fact that every random section of this poem somehow had a meaning, lesson or moral to go along with it.
I loved this poem, keep it up! :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I agree with your thoughts and your logic. Richard. My trip would be similar. We are made my many pieces of living. We are connected to more than we know. I enjoyed your thoughts and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard McLin

5 Months Ago

Thank you for your review. This is still one of my favorite pieces.
Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

I like it too and you are welcome Richard.
It's so imaginative yet so real. The flower field trip and stepping on flowers without having a choice is the most heartbreaking task one has to do.

Beautifully written!

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard McLin

6 Months Ago

Thank you. This is one of my favorite poems I’ve written. Thanks for the great review.
Voice

6 Months Ago

You're welcome :)
Voice

6 Months Ago

You're welcome :)
Very different, interesting and intriguing ... I think it is a poem I would need to read several times. Reminds me of the disjointed? images in the Amercan Pie song. You tied it successfully together though

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard McLin

6 Months Ago

Thank you, one of my most imaginative pieces.
Interesting, the concept of not knowing what you have until you lose it. Love the reference of the wizard of oz world setting. You never stop to amaze me.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard McLin

6 Months Ago

Thank you for the review. This is my most creative piece of poetry, and one of my favorites. Thank y.. read more
i like how you arrive at these self-realizations buried deep within. quite clever as told in a lighthearted way. especially creative with the personification of the non-human 'characters'. you write really well.
waiting for my seconds on the pie ... :)

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

In the midst of the flowers the reminders should blow with the wind away amongst the flowers opening up a clear and perfect paths- we choose our own destiny and like your words tell us - we go through we come out and what did we learn? Great writing-🌹

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very unique and powerful. Enjoyed the creativity.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

( Pure Rhymes) An excellent, surreal, existential journey down the yellow brick road dreamscape of the poet’s psyche- complete with cast of vivid, imaginative characters. Almost each verse is an allegory. Chain-smoking camel who “has a lemonade stand charging memories for glasses”-brilliant. Love this

Posted 10 Months Ago


fine piece of writing . glad i read it . loved the way each sequence had a relation to life and the types of people we meet

Posted 10 Months Ago


This reminds me that all of the characters we encounter are helping us to remember who we are. Well-done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard McLin

1 Year Ago

Thank you flameinthesnow

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Richard McLin
Richard McLin

Salem, OR



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