Looking for my Mind


While looking for my missing mind

I got lost in the labyrinth of myself,

Stumbled instead into a bedroom

And found my sleeping soul.


Vulnerable and naked lying there

I could see through it to eternity,

Filling my heart with tender love.

Gently covered it up and tiptoed out.


Heard the beat of drums and cymbals

From another room down the hall,

Where my consciousness was trying

To wake up everyone in sight.


Couldn’t stay long, too much going on.

Then found my sub-conscious cowering

In a corner trying to decide what to feed

To the other entities in the home.


Two turns later precariously balancing

On a ladder was my reckless self.

Did not want to scare it and make it fall

So I retreated quietly back down the hall.


Out on a balcony overlooking the pool

I came across my contemplating self

Sitting quietly at a small round table

Staring into nothing, composing a poem.


Heard a lot of laughter

Behind a slightly open door

Where my happy self was sitting

Watching Laurel and Hardy on TV

Got to the library full of books

Where my intellectual self was

Immersed in the birth of the universe

Oblivious to everything around


Started to get scared and worried

Of never finding my missing mind

Having to live the rest of my life

Mindlessly roaming the streets


Finally, in the living room of my mind

Found only a yellow stick-it note

“Got restless, had to go out for a stroll,

I may be back……or maybe not”

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2017 01:14
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 58


  • burning-embers

    Hmm i can see why your writings are so diverse and interesting Fred - you're all over the place mate! LOL kiddin you. This is great, great idea you've had and humourous. A really entertaining read.

    • FredPeyer

      Thank you so much b-e, at my age being all over the place is normal!

    • kevin browne

      you're not the only one FredPeyer. I believe we have all lost our mind and the world is going crazy with it. lets all sit in that library and open up a few more books to see where we all went mad. brilliant write and you make sure you come back.

      • FredPeyer

        Honey, I'm home!
        Thanks Kevin, there are days though when it feels like the lights are on but nobody home!

      • Goldfinch60

        The mind can be split and hide the pieces but it can always be reformed to write poems kplike this on.

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks so much Goldfinch, I guess you're right. That poem had to come from somewhere! Maybe there is such a thing as a back-up mind?

        • Louis Gibbs

          Say, if you happen to stumble across my missing mind while you are looking, please send it home. Thanks. Truly enjoyed this brilliant piece, Fred!

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks so much Louis, Maybe they are all hanging out at a bar, telling stories about us.

          • malubotelho

            I can see that you had fun with this one. You too have a scattered soul. You are all over the place. Fun reading. Thanks

            • FredPeyer

              Yes Malu, you are right, I AM all over the place in my writing. But life is like that too. One day you are happy, one day you are sad. Life is hard, then funny, then interesting, then boring, etc. A lot of time when I sit down to write I have no clue on what I will write about. I start with the first sentence that comes to mind (unless the mind is on vacation again!) and take it from there.

              • malubotelho

                We are about the same. For me the best thoughts I have is always when I'm jogging. I think the deep breathing gets my brain started.

              • Tony36

                LOL. Loved it

                • FredPeyer

                  Thanks Tony!

                  • Tony36


                  • onepauly

                    what say you. good poem fred

                    • FredPeyer

                      Mahalo Pauly, appreciate you reading it!

                      • onepauly


                      • Night Owl

                        Wow Fred- I want to see this film! Full of creative imagery--love that! Immersed in the birth of the universe >>delicious! Yep that monkey mind... as I get older, even my shadows become old friends...

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