No Trespassing Poem by Ruth Walters
No Trespassing
Who's there?
walking among my memories
tripping over cells of humour
falling on old war wounds.
Who's there?
Mind where you tread, old thing,
these are my nerve endings,
my memories of past events.
Shoes off,
when you step inside my brain,
reading my verses, pinging my emotions.
This is my property, take care.
Don't squash
the frontal lobe!
I may look passive but I bite.
Be gentle on my mind.
Who's there?
Stop, trespasser, hooligan,
be quiet when you come in here
and take your hat off!
Ok. I'll take my shoes off and I wont tread on any thoughts. Excellent poem.
and another I'm loving.....yet AGAIN! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Maybe the externalized brainscape you picture here is a poem, which makes your private feelings accessible to visits by others.
Love it. This poem gave me a picture of a reclusive soul reacting to an emotional connection; such a soul is sensitive to another person's emotional feelers.
Loved the humour, expressed so vividly and candidly. Enjoyed
(cont.) 'Be gentle on my mind' reminds me of ' 'Gentle on My Mind' is a song that was written and originally recorded by John Hartford',
Gee, Ruth, for some reason I don't seem to like this as much as I made in sound in April of this year. Did it wilt, or did my mind wilt?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 3:06:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I'D GIVE THIS 10 STARS ....IF I COULD. ***** THIS IS GREAT, FROM START TO FINISH!