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My Clickety Clackety Mind

My mind goes clickety clackety Down yesterday’s track. I chase it hard to slow it down. And possibly bring part of it back. It spits in my face, And kicks my shins. With my imagination in full throttle, I never do win… My mind is dancing and prancing Alone in the dark, Not waking me up. On zone auto-stark. I sleep like a baby For my spirit is away In Omaha or Europe on Astral Travel today. My mind is shushing the soul As it reenters my body. I wake up swiftly, my eyes connecting again. The lightness of the day has me ready to win. My soul and my mind and my imagination too Are clearly in charge of everything that I do.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/15/2019 9:04:00 PM

This is delightful, Caren. A barrel of monkeys! Cheers, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/16/2019 4:17:00 AM

Thank you GW. It was fun when it started prancing around in my mind, demanding for a write.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/15/2019 11:30:00 AM

I’ve got to find myself one of those Astral projectors.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/16/2019 4:17:00 AM

You truly do. It is amazing how refreshed you will be!

Sandra Adams

Date: 9/14/2019 7:07:00 PM

the mind doesn't seem to like to rest, it's always most active at night...nicely penned my friend :) hugs

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/15/2019 7:25:00 AM

Mine does not like to sleep. Gets insanely irritated and whiny when it really needs to go to bed; like a two year old.

Gail Debole

Date: 9/14/2019 1:43:00 PM

Well-said. It's amazing how active our minds are at night when our bodies rest. Good poem!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/15/2019 7:26:00 AM

It is silly to me but about three a.m. bah bing bah boom. My muses are dancing on my skull with clog shoes, waking me up to enjoy the witching hour by writing something they have concocted.