Mind of Paper Books

A sudden realization comes as an old pine falls prey to a heavy winter.

Somewhere vivid and a part of me
Breaks an old pine spirit in front of me
Mind of paper books, to the young it feeds
The walking waste of curiosity
 
Words have shovelled enough into me
To flash a brink across reality
The old pine spirit, to an ice it falls
A time said passing with no say in All
 
And with words come an underlining
And across pours pine nectar hiding
Inside of the mind, the words its finding
Inside of the mind, the words its finding

Reviews

[paddy d daly]

to begin at the end, I don't like how you repeat the last two lines, but something about the old pine spirit has a certain atmosphere about it, some kind of smell in the air, some kind of old worldliness, I like it...

[Andrew Miller]

It is to emphasize the meaning of the poem.

I take a bus along this road where old pine trees are exploding
one after another, due to this freezing winter. And while staring deep into
this old broken pine I am seduced with a sudden realization. Words come heavy
in flow. And the last line also emphasizes the story, how stories are made from
a matter of nothing, a simple tree, that needs no explaining, yet books of
fictions fill our heads..

But I could just be making an excuse.. I wrote this with intentions to turn into lyrics but couldn't get the brainwashing repeating rhythm out of my head.

Thanks so much for reviewing! I appreciate it, in return I will check out your writings. I'm not much of a critic however..

[paddy d daly]

I know what you mean, sometimes I get that kind of thing inside my head too, but like I said I like it, it has something atmospheric....

[paddy d daly]

and actually having read it again I totally get it now, really good write....