Oh, brittle mind, leave all your worries behind.
Ripples in your hemispheres, whorls and whirls
Race through your fragile interior.
Strong you may be. Bountiful your life
But your mind, fragile, courses like the river
Onward, onward, sometimes flooding the banks.
Then when reflection ceases
And bliss is yet to come
The mind, coursing on like that swollen river
Wonders what yet it will become;
If daylight would break, and with it reason:
The corpus callosum has it's own season.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Brittle and indeed fragile too is the mind Rani - - a good reminder to de-stress it from time to time - - thank you 10 + + Fay
A very poignant and engaging write Rani 10 Daniel thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh yeah... bliss and sense of reason are seasonal..but too jumbled to be predictable! Loved it Ma'am.