The Mind

The Mind

A Poem by Grahm Thoman

 

The Mind

 

 

 

Dripping

Water drops fall

Along the wall they crawl down the side slowly

Looking into the wall there is reflection into me

Flat

Smooth

Cold as stone

 

Fallen in reverse the leaf cannot control its path

Tossing

And turning

Around in circles

Falling and falling till there is no more space to be traveled

Alone

Out of control

Gone

 

Crackle; with the spark new beginning starts

Breathing

As if a fast paced heart were itself

Fire moves along the ground with a hunger like no other form

Destroying

Renewing

Creating

 

The mind may be complex, it is ourselves that ever change.

© 2013 Grahm Thoman


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Very interesting read, Great job, i like this line :"Fire moves along the ground with a hunger ".. it sums the poem for me. The mind is alway burning with a hunger for more, for the new. Well done.

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Added on October 3, 2013
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