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The halls of my mind
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The halls of my mind The halls of my mind written April 6th, 2021 I spend my time walking the halls of my mind. Parts are like an Escher drawing with stairs that go everywhere and nowhere. I take a set of stairs that leads a spiral circling inward never reaching the center. Until my next step almost takes over the cliff at the outermost edge. Sometimes I sit that edge of the world looking out at the neighboring universes and wonder about wings. Eventually I turn back down a long unbroken hallway which is as long as my life and continue walking these halls that are my world. |
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The above poem ties back to a poem a friend wrote. I wrote the following in response to his poem a few months ago. I was using a word or 2 from each line of his poem: The haunted halls of my mind written March 18th, 2021 Walking the not so empty halls of my mind I watch the phantom echoes from the past dart to and fro before my eyes the past intruding on the present and the future claiming space where it does not belong refusing to be abandoned or laid to rest I search amid the chaos for the key that will bring these phantom echoes into the light integrating them into my now so my waking days are not filled with ghosts from the past who roam the haunted halls of my mind defying time and space until all find some kind of peace.
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I think it is an interesting concept to perceive the mind as a world... A world comprised of worlds, that venture into the specific. A world that can become hallways, dwelled by both you or I, or entities, entities that possess a life cycle perhaps similar to the entities that we know in our own world i.e. ghosts. This calls into question whether the mind is shaped by the world or the world is shaped by the mind. Or how the mind is even capable of knowing itself or interacting with itself or the worlds that it has shaped or been shaped by... Such wonders that come about when exploring the contents of ourselves. Indeed, some of these or perhaps most of these, wonders, are often horrific and horrifying... (at least for me). Which calls forth yet more wonderment. I am highly curious about the relationship between the mind and the human experience. or the phenomenon of the human experience... This was a thought provoking write. For both you and I, it seems. I am going to start work on something in this vein... That is the cool thing about poetry... Each being takes over where the other left off in the horizon... Very cool. *. *. *
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love the imagery. happy to see you posting your poems again
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