Turbulent Whirlpools of the Mind

Poem by: Graeme Montrose

Summary

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?

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Submitted: November 27, 2009

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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
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


© Copyright 2016 Graeme Montrose. All rights reserved.

Turbulent Whirlpools of the Mind

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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?
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