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Anything's Possible Insanity

Memories' claws catch weakness, sore substitutes for truth Mind's future sambas hipswung with anticipated brew Mother bird waits for non viable form to peck forth - Maybe deserves haven, hollow where wings never grew Taken for pyschiatric watch, her dignity snatched Wheeled through corridors' dizzying demented askew Violent spine flings translate her refusal to succumb Praise oblivion wets periphery drenched in dew Crazy called, insane answered, chat ensued furious Before corridors consumed, dance quenched, she flew Rhythm of obedient pulse beeps sanity's seep Doctors molest old memories trenched, vague faded few Sigrid's void has only her instinctive drive to leave Hopeful risen dandelion seed on next gust blew August 30th 2020 Syllable count per line is 13. Bears no representation to my experience (just thoughts)!

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/30/2020 7:52:00 PM

This makes Ken Kesey's stuff look timid. Right there with Alan Ginsberg... The embodiment of insanity. Perspicacious penning, Sigrid. Hallucinations and Peregrinations, Gershon

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 8/30/2020 12:01:00 PM

LOL "Crazy called, insane answered." Very clever writing, Sigrid! Enjoyed, Carolyn

Sigrid Ermine
Date: 8/30/2020 2:24:00 PM

Thank you, dear Carolyn. I appreciate your read and commenting. This was a Ghazal attempt, obviously incorrect, but worth keeping.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/30/2020 4:01:00 AM

This is quite the poem, my friend. I feel that your empathetic prowess has lived vicariously through one of these souls. This is how great it is.

Sigrid Ermine
Date: 8/30/2020 5:29:00 AM

Oh, wow. Your words mean a lot to me, as I see your people helping skills come through in your poetry.