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Turbulent Whirlpools of the Mind

Poetry By: Graeme Montrose

Written in time long gone lost in the vaults of time. Here are some inner ramblings of the mind; ‘while beatniks play in cellars dim, the poet speaks, the artist paints.’ Contained within are words of inner reflection woven within the hidden chambers of the mind, erratic thoughts brought unto the light of day. Ah, yes mystic words of unseen meaning, who can understand?

Submitted:Nov 27, 2009    Reads: 96    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

Turbulent Whirlpools of the Mind
Irregular thoughts now brought to light
Flowers lost in the caverns dark
Erratic words that do not rhyme
Windmills of the mind
In dusty cellars music plays
The poet speaks the air is still
Beatniks listen minds expand
Bohemian rhapsody
Whirlpools spin through time and space
Dimensions crash with my soul
Harmonious sounds now dance with ease
In realms beneath the sea
Gardens sweet with fragrant dew
Doors too soft to enter through
Soft warm caverns filled with dew
Rapturous warmth within
Whispering sounds in deep green pools
Ravishing wisps of twilight hues
Surfing waves of cosmic seas
Galactic lights in stellar blue
Emerald grass to lie within
Peaks to climb to drink upon
Delightful ripples ravish you
Opening up to inner view
Vines entwined with blood red hue
Fertile earth in blossoms few
Flowers lost in violet tone
Radiant lights to enter through
Caverns filled with lilac blooms
Pulsating columns entering through
Spouting fountains - silver drops
Explosions in the mind
Perfumed scents that do arouse
Rhythmic movements all combine
Turbulent whirlpools suck you in
Electric waves of sound
Tender words engender love
Sparkling pools of deep red wine
Dancing notes that fill the air
Emphasizing time
Eyes do see what isn't seen
Ears do hear the hidden line
Fingers feel where senses fail
Wandering souls collide
Cryptic message in my line
Opening now the doors of thought
Thrusting through dimensions bounds
Windmills of the mind
Written in the star filled sky
Music throbs ad rhythms flow
Hear the beat feel it move
Love and mind combine
Who can tell the words I speak
Their meanings now define
Puzzles from the maze of life
Hidden truths in rhyme


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