Mixed Feelings Poem by David Taylor

The ground is most unusual today
It shifts and shakes around
Full of deadly traps as I try to fly
And reach the safety, of my thoughts.

The ground is most unusual today
It has both hot and cold within
The same valley of resolve
I try to make the scene unfold, not dream.

The ground is most unusual today
It is both misty and so crystal clear
In the field where I sit here, I rub my eyes
but they still remain, coexisting, all the same.

The ground is most unusual today
Full of swamps of darkness with hills of light
All in the same expanse of countryside
I run for the hills, but the swamp, it holds me tight.

The ground is most unusual today
With fragrant flowers in pools of odorous discontent
A strange mixture of memories
As their scents drag back, past times, spent.

The ground is most unusual today
Most often hiding in my heart
But for once laid bare before me
As if lit in the spotlight of my glare, will I despair?
Or having seen what lies there
Do I have a choice, as I stand, and look, and stare?