Lest The Mind Expand

by Philip F De Pinto

The mind is heightened wool
and clumps of thoughts are the sheep
rampant neath its itchy blankets
when something of a whispering wolf
begins to sojourn through the ears

And where are such thoughts
of meat composed and the blankets
That a wolf would pull off
to scamper in the skull's limited scape?

Lest the mind expand
with a waving of the wand in hand
allots room sufficient for such sheep
to scatter and bleat

with claps of thundering fears
neath a contemplate sky
not so temperate and shy
It will not rain piss and rhyme
down in puddling time


Posted on 05/13/2018
Copyright © 2018 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/13/18 at 08:03 PM

Fascinating, evocative analogy, Philip.

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