A mnemonic mind,
Is hard to find.



MNEMONIC MIND

There seems to be,
From the river to the sea.
An oasis of thoughts,
Chasing around after me.

Oasis, A hidden spot,
Amongst a fertile lot.
Where my best thoughts,
Are often lost.

They call it a waxing moon,
That shines bright at night.
It seems very strange to me,
For how can it be made of wax;
When we know it's made of cheese.

Had a improbable thought,
While traveling all around.
Is fog just a cloud,
That's fallen to the ground.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-24 at 03:45

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I so enjoy your imaginative mind Alan - Is fog just a cloud,
That's fallen to the ground? Such a unique metaphor!
2023-02-25


The sparrow
So beautiful in the words ~ you paint the mind..
2023-02-25


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I loved reading this. I like the sound and its flow. Also, I enjoy the visuals and the your expression of thought. Itís lovely.
2023-02-24