Friday, February 27, 2015
I Thought The Spirit
I thought, and I thought the moves ahead,
Spoiling surprises for my mind in turmoil,
Then my face winced like the cool energy
Of a winter day in union with the role of the soul.
The dream of fish was a stream of fish,
I thought and I saw the many likings for the soul:
The kings I had to meet, and the queens much admired,
Through the breakfast of the body as it appeared.
His jagged reaction was a mathematical apology,
His newspaper occurred with alarm on the clock,
So on the wall was an illness of such thrown menace,
The real mood was a transformation to gain.
This instant my time was at an end of the spirit,
I had turned into the refracted light of my message,
But where were causes of the cups and saucers
That followed the parties of our life, our dream, our strife.
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse