It drifts
moment to moment
from shallow to deep
Moved by the tide of our emotions
giving us freedom
or turmoil
It pulls us to deep caverns
or drops gently
light as a feather
The mind
the complexity of thought
our thoughts
Sometimes it spins
windmills turning
in variation and speed
Sometimes surrounded by darkness
covered and cold
depleted of life
It can soar like a balloon
high above the landscape
free and uninhibited
Our thought
our mind
our soul
It defines us
setting us free
or holding us back
Reflecting in color
or black and white
or shades of gray
Revealing
both private and translucent
keeping the scales of balance
The mind
the complexity of thought
our thoughts
4 comments:
This is a very powerful poem, Wynn. 'The complexity of thought,'indeed. You've covered various degrees w/in the inning workings of thought, through your use of metaphor. The depth this piece approaches is nothing short of profundity.
You are becoming QUITE the poet, my friend.
One.
Thanks Lin. You've inspired me to a new side of writing. I appreciate you my Friend.....
Love this...
I was stuck on the stanza of darkness...who I used to be...
...and then, was brought back to reality with SOARING... who I am NOW!
Love this!
Love and peace,
China
Glad it could strike a chord, bringing it back to your present. Thanks as always China...
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