Poem -
My Mind and Isolation
Thrust forward from sudden stop
Earths revolving wheel blown out
Crash through windscreen
Rigid, like statues without arms
I fly
I fly
I fly
My icey skull penetrated her spine
Her spine that drove her child
World's come crashing down
TwoÂ
Or many
Too many to count
She was great, pure, full of joy
This, I'll never know.
These are the thoughts of the self Isolated man
Driving nowhere
With Nowhere to Drive.
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Comments
This surrealistic piece of poetic prose took me straight into the world of imagery and those images of "statues without arms.." flying by...... of hopeless men and thoughts that penetrate the "icy skull"....... an excellent piece of escapism my friend........ forgot where I was for a few...... thank you for that..... this was truly compelling..... from star to finish!!.......ALL STARS!!......smokin' grooves brother!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!........T xo. : )
Hi Tony, it's good to see you back, I was just sitting in my car the other day and I started seeing these strange images, in these strange times I feel compelled to cry, and I did, I do, lately, most of the time.
Hi Gerard, really great imagery in this piece. It's something that is lacking from my own writing lately.
Very much enjoyed - SydÂ
Imagery is all I have, most times I struggle to get it out, it clogs my brain and staples my lips shut.
Thank you for stopping by,
Be well John Spartan.?
Excellent imagery even in your reply Gerard.
Take care - SydÂ