The mind is a sea of thoughts rising as waves against the stones of reason, breaking retreating molding the very coastline they destroy. In its depths the mind speaks language that is patient and untranslatable, the way memory holds what speech cannot.
Ah, this is wonderful, plunged straight into a metaphor in which the human mind is the sea! And there may be more truth in this than we could ever imagine. I feel certain that I originally came from the sea and will go back to its depths to speak a language that is "untranslatable", once the machines and robots have taken over.
This is absolutely stunning! The perfect metaphor. The coastline shaped and reshaped by waves of thoughts (and feelings, emotions, etc. my mental wave rushes in)
At the same time, the tide leaves something to the shore, a few grains, maybe, but sometimes that's enough. I hope it is. Thanks for reading and commenting, Paul.
Wind and currents churns the oscillating waves 🌊 deep down sounds subtle reverberate as clams filter feed plankton fresh food for thought. A metaphorical seine sieves the poety feeds the world with wonder.
Good Wednesday, @Earl Nobdy, and thank you for sharing this poem.
Thank you, @rena, for this restack 🌻🌻
My thanks to @Petrena Wilbur for sharing this poem.
Thanks for sharing this, @Rolando Andrade
My pleasure
Thank you, @Petra, for restacking this!
Thank you for restacking this poem, @Simone Senisin
Good Wednesday, @Connie J. Casella, and thank you for this restack
You're welcome.
Thank you for sharing this poem, @Lique
Ah, this is wonderful, plunged straight into a metaphor in which the human mind is the sea! And there may be more truth in this than we could ever imagine. I feel certain that I originally came from the sea and will go back to its depths to speak a language that is "untranslatable", once the machines and robots have taken over.
Thank you, Martin. A quick revision set it right, I think, but I didn’t change the voiceover.
Good poets revise things all the time. I spent the best part of today revising a pom I wrote over 30 years ago. I think I'm happy with it now.
This is absolutely stunning! The perfect metaphor. The coastline shaped and reshaped by waves of thoughts (and feelings, emotions, etc. my mental wave rushes in)
and this resonates perfectly:
In its depths
the mind speaks
language that is
patient and
untranslatable,
the way memory holds
what speech cannot.
Thank you, Veronika—I appreciate your comment.
This one is so dreamy
Thank you, Earl. Feel free to dream!
“We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.” -Willy Wonka
My mind that has been with me my whole life is also starting to change and like the beach during high tide some of it seems to be erasing.
At the same time, the tide leaves something to the shore, a few grains, maybe, but sometimes that's enough. I hope it is. Thanks for reading and commenting, Paul.
Wind and currents churns the oscillating waves 🌊 deep down sounds subtle reverberate as clams filter feed plankton fresh food for thought. A metaphorical seine sieves the poety feeds the world with wonder.
“…the way memory holds what speech cannot.”
That is where I am right now -- thank you for your muse . . .
Love this one, Paul✨
Thank you, Jo-Ann!
You’re welcome, Paul. Wishing you a lovely Wednesday ☀️