Poem inspired by the title of Cummings’s poetic masterpiece, “The mind is its own beautiful prisoner.”
The mind is its own beautiful prisoner,
its dark fantasies
inoculating the adjoining parts of the body
against reason,
against light
and against the will to resist,
mine gazed at the moon with its cream-colored disfigurement
and pulled out a singular thought
red as a loganberry,
its sweetness enveloping the tongue.
Unperfect is desire that paves the way for chronicles of life,
your flesh
is a delicate dance of syllables that infiltrates my poetry,
its innocence
searching me out as though a conversation that’s been left
in the middle,
perhaps I belong to you in sonnets
as indigo sky sets into my throat, it’s a most beautiful feeling
raw in its energy
as though a sense of warmth emerging from the cold.
Your lips are rose bud, a gateway to eloquent speech
as the world around me spins,
could this be a delusion?
could it be that I am being deceived?
If only I could touch you,
if only I could step into naked reality and have a pink flush
cover
my face and sweating palms,
I brushed away further ideas and once again gazed
upon the sky,
the mind is its own beautiful prisoner
but
like the moon I am not willing to be imprisoned just yet.
Photo credits: Lush Life, Loui Jover
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
How smoothly you dived off the springboard of Cummings’ line into a sea of gorgeous words, Sanaa! I love the ‘moon with its cream-colored disfigurement’, the ‘delicate dance of syllables’ (lovely sound and rhythm) and the final line is gently defiant.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
mine gazed at the moon with its cream-colored disfigurement
and pulled out a singular thought
I love this idea of finding a single source of inspiration. (Also happy to see one of my words of the month, ‘unoerfect’ here. Not an easy word to use but you have applied it so well.)
Thank you for the wonderful cummings’ prompt.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for writing to my prompt) 🌹
Girl, that was spectacular, a veritable treasure trove of choice temptations and succulent observation. It gave me goose flesh as I read it. Simply amazing!!!
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Corey 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
Wonderful mind images, Sanaa. Yes. I’d say our mind is a prisoner to body and conscience but host to mind and thought. Very to integrate as you did, also including our Moon.
Thanks for your prompt, I played with it.
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Oops, host to “Will” and “Desire”.
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🙂
Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“mine gazed at the moon with its cream-colored disfigurement
and pulled out a singular thought
red as a loganberry,
its sweetness enveloping the tongue”
I love your description of the moon and how with all you might see in it, you found one thought to inspire you. Beautiful writing
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
As always, your words leave me stunned. Lovely Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love how you ended in a hopeful note… the whole poem breathes of passion behind the barriers… very good.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Your mind is certainly no prisoner … and is indeed beautiful.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Great word choice Sanaa, as always! Talented words of a young lady that Hank enjoys reading!
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️