"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Clamoring Thoughts

Clamoring thoughts stop your torment
I would have a moment’s peace
Your noise is deafening

My mind will not decide
On the direction it wants to take
It is a collection of disparate pieces

Joy and sorrow sit at the same table
With bitter and forgiveness
The invited guest along with the uninvited

Even what I had for dinner
Seems to linger in my memory
My body has digested what my mind can not

There must be a place of calm inside of me
But I seem to be without a guide
To help me through the maze


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