Saturday, November 26, 2011

Two
Oh, my mind will split
Like a blade sharp and shiny cutting it into two
One is the left side. The other the right
These parts think in opposite ways
It pains me
It confuses me and leaves me without wonder or great thought
Oh, my mind will be stitched
Like a string that ties the two parts together
The disparate ways are as one
The wonder and thoughts are greater than before
But the fear is the blade that will cut this mind for evermore

2 comments:

Fisheye Lens said...

Maybe its when the suture splits that we have the wonder and the great thought. A very Romantic and Gothic reverie, SC.

Old Ollie said...

I don't knwo how you write these...they are classic. If I ever teach poetry again I'll slip your poems into my lessons on metaphysics.