Abstract

Seeing inside my mind

I think in Abstract
and my brain waves are surreal.
Butterfly wings don't puncture my stomache
but tickle the inerds of my skull
as they flutter around and kiss
the insides of my mind.

My eyes don't process objects.
I cannot see shapes.
Blind as I am
I can clearly see your
true colors:
green envy, blue mellowness
violet shyness.

My imagination is a room
splattered with paint;
a thousand colors and emotions
dripping off the walls and
staining the floor
and in the middle of it all
a canvas
as blank as the stare on my face.

Author's Note

Pleas let me know what you think with either good or critical feedback. Thank You :)

Reviews

[Evita]

I think sometimes this is my mind as well. Your imagery is superb, and the last line is surprising and I have been thinking about it... I feel it refers to the multitude of emotions and ideas swimming around in the speaker's head, yet expression of it for the world is "blank"... I love it, truly!

I just have a couple of small corrections regarding your spelling of two words: "stomach" and "innards".

[Eagle Cruagh]

Andrea,

"as they flutter around and kiss
the insides of my mind."

There are numerous favorite passages here that
I find thrilling, arousing, inspiring and beautiful.
The poem is graphic, imaginative and stimulating.
Thanks I will go for more.
----- John

[Tate Morgan]

Now thats a good mix of emotion It is often the ones who wander the halls and rearange the furniture of their mind who create the best work