Travelling Seed Of The Mind.

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Open Poetry #32

Travelling Seed Of The Mind.

Goldenrose
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since 2003-05-30

Posts 3665

0 posted 2004-06-02 05:41 AM

White clouds of symmetry astride
green fields of beauteous patchwork.
Travelling in air conditioned coccoon,
down long streches of motorway.

The road is long, the sun filled
sky is tormented, my heart alien.
My thoughts far away, i take
refuge in the clouds, from my mind.

Thinking of nothing, seeing
waves of white clouds, row
after row, from electric operated
windows, listening to cd music that induces tears.

Leaning back in my seat, all of
the sky, the fields, the music enter
my soul, vacumed to the vast
black hole of my psyche.

Ghosts call and i want to
go, but what prevents me?
To release myself onto the
wind like a blown seed of summer.

Floating past humans unoticed,
as if i never was, never produced
except in this umbrella form, to
pass unheeded in front of people.

To be a wildflower seed blown
across oceans and mountains,
sucked in by speeding trains,
deposited on wild Alpine pasture.

Finally returning to the earth,
a place where my kind all started.
Now it is time for me to return
to the soft soiled earth, yes back to the earth.

''Death where is thy sting? Love where is thy glory?'' William Shakespeare.