My mind is a vortex,
Swirling whirlpool of
Voices and images,
Movies and words.
At times it is calm,
Like the sea before a tsunami,
Eerily still, anoxic.
The pop of a rubber band,
The slice of a blade,
Removes me from myself
And at once I am pensive
My thoughts –erased,
My eyes search from emotion
In a brick wall
My mind –transformed to its twin:
Organized, compartmentalized
Sturdy,
But easily crumbled
By the trembling of the earth.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 9:17 PM UTC
My mind is a vortex,
Swirling whirlpool of
Voices and images,
Movies and words.
At times it is calm,
Like the sea before a tsunami,
Eerily still, anoxic.
The pop of a rubber band,
The slice of a blade,
Removes me from myself
And at once I am pensive
My thoughts –erased,
My eyes search from emotion
In a brick wall
My mind –transformed to its twin:
Organized, compartmentalized
Sturdy,
But easily crumbled
By the trembling of the earth.
Request permission to use this poem