Mind. Poems

The Timeless Mind

I catch time’s hand in stunner’s grasp,
And leave him sleeping in my mind,
For wandering through eternal now, 
His ticking slowed to hibernation breath. 
The cuckoo’s music stops — a potent pause, 
As full as noted bars.

Then through the quiet sounds unearthly rise,
Up from volcanic bowels growl an ire, 
A transcendental fury from my own, 
Thoughts

Hoarder’s Paradise

My mind has become a hoarder’s paradise
As I have gotten older, fat and lazy.
All that I gather collects
Along the halls, across table tops
On every available surface.
Eventually only narrow pathways remain
Through the labyrinth,
Pathways I traverse daily
As I shuffle back and forth
On my habitual ways.
This is the anatomy of a mind calcifying,
Layers and layers of thought and

My Mind

(“I of the Beholder”, 2014, original pen and ink)

My Mind

My mind is a labyrinth
Organic with its tendrils 
Flowing like a stream
Following every which-way gravity takes
Clearly without a mind of its own!

It leads me through dark places
And into the light
Yet it never lingers
As any rise in my emotion
Just causes it drop off a cliff

And then I

Mental Illness

(“Perception and Reality Merit Badge”, 2015, original oil)

Mental Illness

Everyone with a mind is mentally ill
At least at times
And certainly to someone else.

A concerned doctor
The kind who could bestow such a label
Could say, why are you so sad
When Life is so good
You must be mentally unwell.
Why are you so happy, you must be unwell
When all around

Animal Mind

(“Animal Spirit”, 2018, original encaustic)

Animal Mind

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be an animal.
Of course I am an animal,
But I wonder what it’s like
To not have the human layer of mind
The one that thinks, reflects, recollects 
Compares, contrasts and cogitates.
Then I remember what it’s like to dream
Where effortlessly I experience whatever
All with my animal

I Don't Mind

In the realm of your loving arms, I find my sanctuary,
A haven where the world's din and chaos flee,
I don't care about the whispers of the crowd,
For with you, my love, my heart is proud.

As long as you love me, babe, I'm free,
Everything else is but a story, lost in the sea,
Of your tender touch,

The Restless Mind

The moon, a silent, watchful sphere,
Observes a world that's fast asleep.
And in this quiet, lonely fear,
My restless thoughts begin to creep.
The popcorned ceiling, a vast, pale sea,
A bumpy map of what I'm not.
I long for what the world can be,
A place where consciousness is shot.

I close my eyes, and try to find,
A path to where

Listen to the Wind

Shh...
close your eyes to find your peace
listen to the wind and its mystic secrets

The universe the clouds the sun the moon
have their own cosmic language
and who better to translate than the wind

Shh...
close your eyes and stand very still
give it time to harmonize mind heart and soul

Matters of the Mind

Mind over matter's a myth,

So just mind your own matters!

What matters are the minds you're with,

If you don't mind their matters!

From The Workshop Collection: Canary And Her Gold Mind

I am still  

Sitting here like an expendable bill  

With no Jill  

Wanting to climb the hill  

Where I will  

Be able to fill  

My bucket from the mill  

Spiked barley for me  

I must decree  

It beats that cup of tea  

Down at the

Have you Lost Your Mind

What is it? I asked the gift giver.
It’s a voodoo doll.
Others laughed.

A voodoo doll!
I have always wanted one.
I take the pin and give it a solid jab to the heart.
The rest of the group is still laughing.

Dorothy could use a jab, I think.
And I give the doll another jab.
This time in the eye.
Then I laugh.

The Hierarchy of Needs

(“The Mothership”, 2024, photo collage of original encaustics)

The Hierarchy of Needs

In this world there is a hierarchy of need.
Of course it’s different for each of us.
Some just want to get ahead,
Some to get laid,
Or to score.
Some just want to be left alone.

I’m kind of in that last group
But I also have other priorities
And those are

Movement

Plants, trees and flowers
Design the wind that causes the dance

Where does it start?
Where does it end?

It doesn’t, it moves from beach to branch
From mountain to lake, from
Flower pedals to a blade of grass
It will carry a new seed of life
To birth a new tree, a flower or a plant
Each changing the direction of the wind

Stuck In My Mind

Everytime I'm around you 
I feel my world turn upside down
Just when I'd thought maybe I'd give up 
Fate brought me to you, 
Was it ideal for me? No...but I'm still glad to have met you
When I'm without you my brain is consumed by the you 
A U turn in my mind, I don't know

Mind The Gap

One woman's glass ceiling is another man's wood floor
but there's no such thing for a second-class citizen
of a third world country
as
there's no moving up gender is against her
sexual orientation too considered 'half a witness'
in testimony
with
neither voice nor choice can't vote
or
leave home alone
unless
with consent
can't emigrate (passport permission required)
and
as for caste if she were a Dalit
(lowest of

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