The Clouded, Hooded, Eclipsed and Somber Mind
The Mind …challenge accepted
The mind is often clouded by a pale, ebony fog,
Confined to lonely houses derailed by brevity’s bog
To find that counted scales are close to symmetry’s log
designed so that balance prevails through empathy’s cog.
Though mantled by emotions and eclipsed by disdain
It ambles with devotion, affixed by its blame
In shambles it has moments in resisting the strain
and channels so ferocious that it transfixes rain.
The motives are still obscured in somber disbelief
With roses to allure to the conquered self-esteem
The chosen mind is contoured and saunters through its weeds
to notice all the pure forms and not so proper treats
But hooded in the cortex behind synoptic joy
The bullets pierce the fortress and blind the logic toy.
Then flooded by the context, defines this toxic boy
how crooked then and complex his mind’s panoptic ploy.
The coin is ever flipping in black and white regards
Rejoined by clever whipping of preplanned fight remarks
Purloined endeavors missing put back in flights and sparks
anointed by the blessing to backtrack smitten hearts.
The memoirs and emotions, are clouded by the bane
A crowbar to reopen the dark and hooded main
A sidecar and a potion, confounding for the blame
In bags of Mylar, broken, put down and boxed away
In elegy and sermon we mourn the rite of day
The empathy of learning the born in plight was slayed
The legacy of service the forlorn mind displayed
So heavily the curtains adorn the light today.
The moments when the focus was blighted by the blaze
The focus that was broken ignited when engaged
Atonement in the moments was slighted by the ways
The chosen choice of motive was guided by the rage
And in that darkness burning, the common sense we’ve clad
Catharsis undeserving the recompense we have
If we harken to the yearnings in consciousness we staff
If tarnished is the learning, then providence holds laughs.
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Ah, the workings of the mind, an enigma of expression amid a rational playing field and we never a prodigy but a whipping post for our own ineptitude. Love this one Paul, such great phrasing and imagery and thought-provoking. Cheers!
Thank you so much Tony. Im glad you enjoyed this one.
Fantastic work! Paul you sure love a challenge and this one you did so well. Excellent in phrasing, rhyme, and rhythm.
I do like a challenge i am writing another one for the same challenge. Thank you so much for your kind words Phyllis
Can’t add anymore than what Phyllis and Tony already touched on – Nice work Paul.
Thank you for stopping by Kurt. I do appreciate it.