Howell Payne Poet Free verse

Mined Mind

Surprise ties to realization binds me to lies and the truth of who I am and where I've 
been. The slim chance that I might be is whimsicle at best but the rest of the story is 
told in storey by storey by molding life into what makes sense. Intense. I can't blend 
the cold oil and water, just watch it pretend to get along. Prince's prints on my soul just 
hint of stature but not of purpose, not of plan. Not damnation or salvation but salvaging 
what can be, for whatever will be, sera. Merlin is not pleased by this pattern of 
discussion, so the percussion must change tempo and timber. The brass should ask the 
opposite. Three foot strides in the ebb-tide can't subside or I'll be crucified as well. Are 
you beside yourself as well? It's the way of my Suessesque rhetoric to make sensible 
nonsense. Thence the mined mind is twice mine and I leave you entwined, or 
undermined, as you prefer.

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Carol Sunshine Brown June 23, 2011 at 7:23 AM Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured this week Howell. Love, Carol

Kabuteng P.Ink K. March 26, 2011 at 10:29 AM hmm you got me entwined with this one, Howell & I particularly liked the word play in your title, as well as how this one flowed-- your first line held my attention and was just brought along this rhythm of what went through your mind-- enjoyed reading this! -- nikko :)

Jimmy Anderson March 9, 2011 at 1:08 PM Very nice write...Jimmy

Stephen Parker March 9, 2011 at 6:42 AM The last line buffers the intense rant. I like the concept of a 'mined mind'. The last line encapsulates the conceptual body of the poem. Well done!

Carol Sunshine Brown March 9, 2011 at 2:47 AM I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Howell. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. Enter and enjoy some of the contests and I wish you the best in them. Love, Carol

Nykki Houtkooper March 8, 2011 at 10:02 PM My favorite line is: I can't blend the cold oil and water, just watch it pretend to get along. Very powerful. It's statement about the frustration of aging and trying to pick up the pieces of what can still be in the wake of the past is very nicely stated. Good job.