Journey through my Psyche

Journey through my Psyche

A Poem by Richard McLin

A man travels in a dream to discover something he's lost.




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.





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.




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.




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.



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.




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.




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.




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.




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.




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.


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 1 Week Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard McLin

1 Week Ago

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

1 Week Ago

You're welcome :)

1 Week 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 1 Week Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard McLin

1 Week 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 2 Weeks Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard McLin

2 Weeks 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 2 Weeks 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 2 Weeks Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very unique and powerful. Enjoyed the creativity.

Posted 1 Month 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 4 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 4 Months Ago

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

Posted 11 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard McLin

11 Months Ago

Thank you flameinthesnow
Genius through and through... The concept, to the iteration of style presented, to the friggin' wordplay... I am stunned, and quite impressed... Your ability to keep me entertained and gripped by perplexing lines of rhyming bliss... Stellar, and absolutely captivatingly penned,...

Posted 11 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard McLin

11 Months Ago

Thank you very much. This is one of the last great poetry pieces that I wrote. I'm really trying to .. read more

11 Months Ago

My pleasure, and keep at it, friend... You have a true talent understanding of word depth... The ver.. read more

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Added on July 24, 2009
Last Updated on March 2, 2018
Tags: fiction, dwarf, pie, fragile, poems, poem, poetry, Journey, field, camel, shoes, dark, sad, death, flowers, memories, dreams


Richard McLin
Richard McLin

Salem, OR

I have been writing ever since I can remember. I can't live and not write, it's as essential as breath. more..


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