My Thumb Is Green?

the mine fields
are booby-trapped
with scraps of broken pieces
and shards of things that cut you ’til you bleed
the mind field
is booby-trapped
with clips of life gone awry
and chips away at things that tempt you ’til you need
confined thoughts yield
as the humming fades
yet, it always refrains back
to leave you standing alone in your head
and wishing you’d never thought those thoughts
before the dam broke
leaking more questions of why you exist,
when seeding your ground to heal
would serve you better
instead
.

.
-dld january 13th,’11-
_______________________________
ThinkingTen – Plot Thickens, Thursday: Something leaking

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7 responses to “My Thumb Is Green?

  1. woah. Did you creep into my mind and find this poem? How did you do that? ‘to leave you standing alone in your head
    and wishing you’d never thought those thoughts
    before the dam broke’

    Beautiful.

  2. I take this:

    leaking more questions of why you exist,
    when seeding your ground to heal
    would serve you better
    instead

    As very good counsel for getting around or through anything in life broken or trampled.

    Thanks, I’ll remember.

  3. Somehow looking back on the past can indeed trigger thoughs best left alone..but we as writers go there any way looking for things to recycle.

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