07-27-2016, 10:49 PM
VERSION 2
Thank you so much for your feedback and help, Todd, LizzieP, and Billy. Your constructive comments really helped.
Here is my Version 2.
my own mind
Hours committed to analyzing,
detailed accounting numbers.
What will it take to make this work?
How many blocks will it take,
to make this building
stand up straight for its purpose?
In times that I need it,
confidence compels me to speak.
Years of learning professed by me.
When I opened my mouth, was it worth it?
Have you ever been asked to move a rocket?
How should we do it?
How many times have I said the wrong thing?
My mind gives me an individual interpretation of events.
I can trust these thoughts, part of the time.
Mostly I love my reliable memory.
Sometimes though, I forget.
I mean to eat less, to sleep more,
to exercise. And just to remember to move during the day.
To stop stressing so much.
Email checking...
Driven by the desire
to do things correctly.
Not leaving myself room
even to breath freely.
Perplexing perpetuation of habits unintended.
Why can't I change me?
This mind nags me.
Then when faced with failure it convicts me.
Sometimes in rebellion my mind goes wayward.
Then I can be found lost in an meadow,
twittering with birds, lined with a creek,
swimming with fishes.
When I intended to be occupied attentively,
in a meeting I know is important.
VERSION 1
my own mind
I have spent so much time there.
I know its pathways.
Pronounced and strong
arching terraces of beautiful memories.
Low hanging fruit
rendered from reality.
Generous abundant confidence
mostly secured somehow.
Saved for times of need.
Individual interpretation
of events.
Sometimes I can trust it.
Perplexing perpetuation
of habits unintended.
Wayward wandering.
Lost in an meadow
twittering with birds,
lined with a creek swimming
with fishes.
When I intended to be
occupied attentively
in a meeting I know is
important.
Oh how I long to release it.
Oh how I worry where it would take me.
Thank you so much for your feedback and help, Todd, LizzieP, and Billy. Your constructive comments really helped.
Here is my Version 2.
my own mind
Hours committed to analyzing,
detailed accounting numbers.
What will it take to make this work?
How many blocks will it take,
to make this building
stand up straight for its purpose?
In times that I need it,
confidence compels me to speak.
Years of learning professed by me.
When I opened my mouth, was it worth it?
Have you ever been asked to move a rocket?
How should we do it?
How many times have I said the wrong thing?
My mind gives me an individual interpretation of events.
I can trust these thoughts, part of the time.
Mostly I love my reliable memory.
Sometimes though, I forget.
I mean to eat less, to sleep more,
to exercise. And just to remember to move during the day.
To stop stressing so much.
Email checking...
Driven by the desire
to do things correctly.
Not leaving myself room
even to breath freely.
Perplexing perpetuation of habits unintended.
Why can't I change me?
This mind nags me.
Then when faced with failure it convicts me.
Sometimes in rebellion my mind goes wayward.
Then I can be found lost in an meadow,
twittering with birds, lined with a creek,
swimming with fishes.
When I intended to be occupied attentively,
in a meeting I know is important.
VERSION 1
my own mind
I have spent so much time there.
I know its pathways.
Pronounced and strong
arching terraces of beautiful memories.
Low hanging fruit
rendered from reality.
Generous abundant confidence
mostly secured somehow.
Saved for times of need.
Individual interpretation
of events.
Sometimes I can trust it.
Perplexing perpetuation
of habits unintended.
Wayward wandering.
Lost in an meadow
twittering with birds,
lined with a creek swimming
with fishes.
When I intended to be
occupied attentively
in a meeting I know is
important.
Oh how I long to release it.
Oh how I worry where it would take me.