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”
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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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.
Thank you so much b-e, at my age being all over the place is normal!
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.
Honey, I'm home!
Thanks Kevin, there are days though when it feels like the lights are on but nobody home!
The mind can be split and hide the pieces but it can always be reformed to write poems kplike this on.
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?
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!
Thanks so much Louis, Maybe they are all hanging out at a bar, telling stories about us.
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
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.
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.
LOL. Loved it
Thanks Tony!
Welcome
what say you. good poem fred
Mahalo Pauly, appreciate you reading it!
anytime
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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