Thoughts spiral
Peck and chip
Nag and itch
List and last
Settle fast
Or linger
Throughout life
If allowed to run
Some are fun
But the whole of them?
The total sum?
Laced with anger
Tinged with greed
Filled with urges
And desperate needs
Saints and sinners
Sing their prayers
Splitting hairs
Resting demons
Allaying fears
That grew
From but a single seed
Planted carelessly
But swirled and chewed
And festered
And allowed to feed
Upon other thoughts
Discarded.
Please.

Posted by Tom Merriman

A future writer living in the present day

10 Comments

  1. I love this, Tom! ‘splitting hairs and resting demons’ – dark images .

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    1. Thanks, Sara. They just popped into my head as I was writing…!

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  2. What great rhythm this built up in its reading.

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    1. Thanks, Oldegg. I wanted to try something a tad different here.

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  3. A dark poem Tom and Oh So True!!! 🙂

    God Bless!

    Prenin.

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    1. Thanks Prenin. It’s strange how the mind can take you in all sorts of directions, isn’t it?

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  4. Deep, dark and got me thinking! Excellent.

    Click to visit Keith’s Ramblings!

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    1. Three very good pluses!
      Thanks, Keith.

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