You pick at my brain
like tapas...
Like tapestry,
embroidery,
un-picking me,
You revel
in my unravelling
and reveal glitches
in my stitches.
You Freud my friendships
and Jung my youth,
Klein my inclines
and my audacious two-faces
and haul my callings over the coals
of your Beck.
You psychology me,
tripping and trapping,
twisting and turning -
uncovering Me.
Thank you Valerie; I really apreciate your taking time to comment. I'll try to read some of your poetry soon. At the moment, I'm just trying to get myself organised with this site; there's a lot to juggle!
Interesting poem - I'm a Jung person myself. You may like to read mine entitled At The Rivers Edge. Very good write Ruth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, true but do they solve the problem for good. good poem though