Mind matters
19 February 2020
Silent strides
Jogging memory
Reckoning
Mind matters
The urgency of appeal
To soul in tatters
Pick me whole
Speak me in silence
Strident seams
In my dreams
Stitching patchwork of nothings
Needle my finger
Guess my works
Hercules symbol
Of leisure
And Toil
Meaningless enigma spun
Across my chest throbs
Reading of the poem:
Are you there ? – Mono
I think you are coming back from something.
Thanks Derrick. Grief is a mysterious place.
Indeed. I know it well.
The river of our mind and where it leads us at times.
Very true Syl.
I hope all is going along well for you.
Things are stabilising. Not too bad I would say. I hope all well for you too.
I’m glad to hear that on hope they continue upwards. I am doing well.
Glad to hear you are doing well my friend 🙂
Thank you very much, my friend 😊
I am happy to see you here Geetha…i am not sure what happened i cant find you in my reader for a long while..
Thanks. I was not writing for a while so I must have dropped out.