The Poet’s Mind is a Swiss Cheese

To explain these next few verses would take a Vulcan mind meld.

I try to write from the continual ache,

Mostly for healing, but also truth and clarity,

And immediately my brain is invaded

With the phrase. ‘Your truth!’.

This morning I saw a Robin land, and then just as quickly flit away,

My presence did that,

Like a thought trying to land,

And that’s poetic?

Deeper healing is being understood,

The ‘Do you know what I mean?’

When I, in fact, don’t.

“The skull beneath the skin’,

The inside out of heart over mind,

That’s where the honey lies,

Bubbles, and is sweet.

I always leave my tea

And then its luke-warm,

Does that help the process?

Outside is wet and misty,

And the thousand flow of possible rabbit holes

Clamour for my approval,

No, enjoy the moment!

The Poet’s mind is a Swiss Cheese,

Where the myriad holes are chosen,

Rather than the yellow/orange flesh.

Don’t despise the chutney or the crackers

There’s a whole meal there.