Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Backyard of My Mind

In the backyard of my mind lives a troll with bad teeth
I catch glimpses now and again
Yesterday I saw his leg
Tuesday I watched something vile climb out of his hair.

My mother disbelieves my truths.
Illusions she says, rolling her good eye up into her head.
She turns into an ogre when she does this
You do not have to tell her this of course.

My perspective yesterday is not the same as today
I see things from a flexible viewpoint
The angles and boxes of my mind are not identical
Changing some days from hour to hour

I could explain it to you if I liked you well enough
I do not think that I do, so I shall go on, 
traveling in the backyard of my mind
searching for my invincible troll
He has the best ideas anyway.

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L Milton Hankins October 16, 2021 at 8:48 PM Another good one. I won't ask for an explanation, since I enjoyed it just as you presented it. Besides, if I wanted an explanation and you declined...well, I'd be heartbroken! Caren Krutsinger October 17, 2021 at 4:02 AM Hahaha I am not sure I understand this one myself. Once it is on a page, the whole concept completely disappears in my mind.

David Smith October 16, 2021 at 2:09 PM Few people now even in NZ have a backyard or even a memory of one. So hang onto yours and never lose sight of it or it will go the way of all front yards. Occupied by strangers and we will have run out of ideas for games to keep children off the street and out of trouble. Excellent write that makes trolls less scary. happy troll seeking, David in NZ Caren Krutsinger October 17, 2021 at 4:03 AM I am a troll seeker for sure, and now I know that you are also David, so thank you!