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Somewhere in My Mind's Eye
Why Somewhere in My Mind's Eye?
It is difficult to say where a poem originates in the mind. Is it triggered by a glance from a lover? The look of wonder on a child's face? How about the lone leaf drifting through the still air until it lands on the grey asphalt of a parking lot, only to be tossed aloft again by a passing car? Do the tears gliding down your cheeks inspire a poem of sorrow and regret?
Poems are wondrous, awesome words penned to paper. They evoke emotions; they inspire action. They fan the flames of love and just as often sizzle with rage and injustice. The words are often unbidden and appear, as if by magic and will disappear just as quickly if not captured on paper. The origins of poems can be no less intriguing than the mysteries of the stars.
At other times, the poems are carefully crafted so the intent can't be misunderstood. Still, they are viewed differently by everyone who reads them. A poet can only hope that the words will move the reader and they will step into "my mind's eye."
Please, savor the music as you read.
Somewhere in My Mind's Eye
In my mind's eye I soar through unreachable galaxies
Leaving a trail of fire and light,
Like a comet never lost to sight
Playing with senses filled with acoustic reveries.
In my mind's eye my love covers the earth
While swaddled and bound to the invisible
Force that tethers the breath and stands immovable.
Yes, my love gently washes the sands, moves the surf.
In my mind's eye I am a million seeds
Born on the winds of time and change
Giving birth to the flora, the fauna, and, yes, a range
Of emotions traveling at warp speeds.
In my mind's eye all love is brilliant flashes
Of heat and desire and caring that never retreats,
Though it may be scorched and burned, threatened by defeat,
Hiding in the recesses of a yet unknown lover's heart - smoldering ashes.
In my mind's eye all past is like the nearest star - immobile, immutable.
Played out in some galaxy just as far away
Spiraling through time and space, pointing to every yesterday
All so very sweet, so undeniably sad, so untouchable.
In my mind's eye I will live forever
And the cloak of love and time will be gently stored with care.
If only I could access, if only I dared to look at what is - what was - really there
Holding my heart earthbound yet spirit free, ceasing never.
Somewhere, somehow in my mind's eye.
Copyright Cynthia B. Turner March 22, 2013
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