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Through the Meanders of My Mind

Through the Meanders of my Mind

Mesmerized on a forest path
pure silence was I left breathing
when I once saw in a sunbath
butterflies that were fluttering
whirlwinds of soft silvery light
through a shaft of divine delight.

The sweetest notes from a jabbering
brook brought me back to the spongy
ground beneath my feet as a ring
of gentle mist all around me
lifted swift in the evening breeze
and my mind floated through the trees.

But the sky had almost vanished
behind the heavy canopy
and I no longer truly wished
to tread so deep and dark lonely
into the woods with twisted roots
and fallen limbs strewn underfoot.

With smooth measured breaths my feelings
I sought to calm but rain and wind
soon came boring their way whittling           
through the meanders of my mind
and I now dooming embers fought                        
with naught left but meaningless thoughts.

Copyright © Anne-Marie Coreggia | Year Posted 2017

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Frederic Parker Date: 6/4/2017 11:01:00 AM I took from this poem though surrounded by darkness you still found light and still heard sweet notes of life and felt a calmness in your soul to move on...I have found a new poet to read Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 6/5/2017 6:30:00 PM Thank you Frederic, and I too have found a new poet to read:)

James Inman Date: 5/27/2017 6:05:00 AM Oh what a beautiful write this is. Filled with wonderful imagery and a sadly melancholic ending. Whether intended or not, your last two stanzas are a wonderful metaphor for being lost in dark emotions. Just read your comment about Alzheimer's, it more defines the darkness of your poem. My mother has age related dementia, not as severe as Alzheimer's, but I can somewhat relate. Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/27/2017 7:16:00 PM Thank you for your thoughtful comments James. I find nature very inspiring but I'm also attuned to the realities of life that sometimes have a very sharp way to bring you back down to earth.

Lenna Walker Date: 5/24/2017 11:43:00 AM Those first two verses brought to me a mystical fantasy forest in twilight, but the evening brings on the dark with the rain and shadows, where we no longer wish to tread . Lovely read Anne-Marie :) I really like the photo you posted with this :) Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/24/2017 8:03:00 PM Thank you so much for your visit Lenna. I'm really glad you liked this one in spite of its dark undertones:)

Maria Williams Date: 5/24/2017 6:34:00 AM This is such a lovely and image rich poetry that I can relive. Your description vividly brought back to mind our vacation in Fiji when we wandered into a forest one evening and suddenly thousands of beautiful butterflies took flight - they were such a wonder - then - you guessed it - the sky vanished - as is the case in tropical islands, suddenly Rain and Lightning - your poem fills in the rest - A big 7+... Maria xxx Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/24/2017 8:01:00 PM What an interesting life you seem to have Maria; your travels have taken to wonderful places and I can't wait to read about it in your poetry. Thank you so much for your delightful comments and generous rating.

Vera Duggan Date: 5/21/2017 10:23:00 PM Wow Anne-Marie this is a beautiful poem, I felt as if I were in the picture, so realistic, as Peter said we have forest down the road, to you it would probably be just bush but to us it is thick with Pine trees and bush with a beautiful big lake in the middle, thank you for sharing and take care.........Vera Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/22/2017 8:24:00 AM Thank you for your wonderful comments Vera. Pine trees are my favorite, I never get enough of their smell:)

John Lawless Date: 5/20/2017 1:05:00 PM ..."whittling through the meanders of my mind"....that line just got me and would not let go. Excellent write Anne-Marie Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/20/2017 3:44:00 PM Thank you so much for your wonderful comments John.

Lisa Ricci Date: 5/19/2017 5:56:00 AM Good Morning Anne-Marie. This entry is so quiet and reflective. Your thoughts allow the reader to pause. It would be meaningless for me to take this entry into segments because this reads as a whole and is whole. I see much attention to detail in construction and composition. You wrote of life in a most gracious and gentle way. It was an honor turning to your page this morning. Well done in its entirety. Have a wonderful morning and day. Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/19/2017 1:37:00 PM Thank you for your perceptive comments Lisa. Yes, I didn't want the piece to be overpowering, to get out of hand with drama, so I did pay special attention to construction and composition.

Emile Pinet Date: 5/18/2017 8:14:00 PM This piece tantalizes us with succulent imagery to seduce us with the nectar of poetic creativity. The wit and imagination of the author has been transposed onto the page and makes for a good read. Emile. #7 Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/19/2017 1:32:00 PM Emile, thank you so much for this wonderful and thoughtful review, and the rating. I truly appreciate.

Verlecia Fields Date: 5/18/2017 10:11:00 AM the poem made me think of the walk of life and all that it can bring or what you may want it to bring Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/18/2017 3:21:00 PM You're right Verlecia, it is a bit like the walk of life, and at times it comes with a good dose of uncertainty:) Thank you for your comments.

Chris Green Date: 5/18/2017 8:42:00 AM First off a sign that a rhyming poem is good is when you forget while reading that it is rhyming. When you become so lost in the theme that when you come to the end of a line all you think about is starting the next. really nicely done Anne Marie. Also, I love the poem and the feeling of being out in nature but "meaningless thoughts"? I think not when they produce something this beautiful. Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/18/2017 9:46:00 AM Thank you so much for this incredible review Chris. To be honest, the darkening forest path that leads to 'meaningless thoughts' stems from a fear I have of Alzheimer's that has already tightened its grips on my mom and her younger sister. Who was it who said "Do not go gentle into that good night, Fight! Fight the dying of the light!" I just checked online: Dylan Thomas:)

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 5/17/2017 12:58:00 PM - I enjoy letting my "thoughts swim through the trees" in daylight ... but not after dark comes - A wonderful poem, Anne-Marie :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/17/2017 5:40:00 PM You are absolutely right Anne-Lise:) I was having a very pleasant walk through the woods yesterday and it reminded me of the crazy things I did with my friends growing up, like walking through strange woods 'till you lose your way, night comes around, and you get scared out of your mind . . . I guess, at the time, it was also a little bit like a self-imposed right of passage:)

Darren White Date: 5/17/2017 11:58:00 AM Wonderful sextilla (funny name) Meandering through your mind is perhaps fantastic while walking in the forest the same time, so much reflecting, so much beauty and peace around to make your mind calm and empty... Until your own dark depths become frightening, and evening falls, thunderstorms approach. Fantastic analogy and metaphor my friend. Login to Reply Anne-Marie Coreggia Date: 5/17/2017 5:25:00 PM They don't have this option 'sextilla' when it comes to labeling your poem. I actually thought it was a sestet, but that was not available either. Never mind. Life is always worth exploring, but beware how far you are willing to tread because your mind might not necessarily be ready for it.