Sweet, Tart, and Insanely Brilliant

A little of 3 ( sweet,  tart, and insanely brilliant)  
the fruitcakes of our world know much, yet we deem them crazy
The fine line between sanity and insanity has been crossed 
we now no longer know who is a doctor, who is a quack

I watched her bury stones inside the earth 
all over the grounds of our complex 
She spoke to herself and she spoke to the aliens 
God help her, one more complaint and they'd lock her up 

I went home to a sane house of quiet, and kneeled  
God give me the strength to survive one more day 
Then I buried my amethyst deep in the soil 
like the sweet tart had shown me, 

Insanely Brilliant !
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Lamoureux Avatar
July 23, 2021 at 3:09 PM
I think we all need a bit more of the Mystical in our lives. Thanks for your visit. Hugs Rick.
Green Avatar
July 21, 2021 at 5:59 AM
What an enchanting view, a slice of life that could be or couldn't but still we gaze and understand somehow.
Cunningham Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 9:32 AM
As Zorba once said "a man needs a little madness" I'm inclined to agree. Tom
Rose  Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 9:45 AM
Yes Tom, a man and a woman needs a little insanity to live life to the fullest, Thank you for reading, stay well, keep smilin '
Skelly Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 9:19 AM
This set me thinking...Amethyst is a favourite gemstone, but I could not bring myself to bury it....Nice images Rose....Delice
Rose  Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 9:44 AM
Yes Amethyst is a healing stone, and its one of my favorite too, Mother Earth must be blessing her lol, though I didn't bury one, I watched a young woman do just that. thanks for reading Delice,
Poet Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 9:12 AM
Dear friend Rose, you've done an excellent job here. It's one of my favorite writers, with all creative wackos wobbling in the light of a night sky. In the great scheme of things, the burial of this quasi-rock makes perfect sense.
Rose  Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 9:44 AM
If I had a dime for every time I saw something strange and not thought it strange, I'd be rich, nice comments, thanks for reading
Hankins Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 8:20 AM
Beautiful, Mystic Rose Rose. I have always wondered how we distinguish who is sane and who is insane? Could it be that some of those considered "insane," are seeing things that we cannot see? I ask myself lots of questions like this.
Rose  Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 9:43 AM
Dear Milton, I know you see things others don't, and I know you understand all too well, what is norm for one is not for another, thanks for the kind visit.
Theraven Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 7:49 AM
Mystic Rose Rose, All gifted lunatics sway under a full moon. It makes perfect sense, this semi-precious stone's burial. Maybe to return one day from alien's ruby red or emerald green. -Richard
Rose  Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 9:42 AM
Dear Richard, we are all a little sane and a lotta not, at least thats how I feel some days, thanks for the comment, all the best .
Bianco Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 6:56 AM
This is fantastic Mystic Rose. the best I've read in a long while
Rose  Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 9:42 AM
I am a people watcher and they fascinate me to no end, thanks for stopping by Anthony
Buhagiar Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 5:04 AM
Seems everyone has decided to drive me crazy today. And I am neither a doctor nor a quack :) Hugs.
Rose  Avatar
July 20, 2021 at 9:41 AM
Hi Victor, I wrote this from watching a young woman bury something in our neighborhood. lol
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