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Angels unable to open
Wings cannot take
Me home. In raindrops
Falling from my hat
A mermaid gradually
Changes form. My
Karamazov butterfly,
Mitya is my
Guide through sensual
Worlds, landing on
His tattoo on my
Arm does he realise
It isn't a reflection.
Endless spiral of
Inner flightless journeys,
Mermaid swims
Ever deeper unable
To change form,
Where do the roots
Of mental disturbances
Night names wings
Not designed for
Flight, does the
Earth hear voices from
Pre-existence, ones
I hear have terms for
The forest is my
Silent psychiatrist, I
Follow wolf tracks
Across the eyes of
A planet into its dreams
To a more primal
State before templates
Of sanity and madness,
I hear the cry of whales,
My first scream before
The earth started.

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A fascinating poem full of brightly lit imagery and evocative charm.  "To a more primal State before templates....." templates does sum up the materialist rational approach to all the extraordinary ways our minds can deliver through symbol and vision, even genetic memory.

You pose the question 'Where do the roots of mental disturbance Lie?'  Exactly.  In systems that prefer robots, this kind of poem carries truth that challenge the reader to consider more mind in operation through imagination and vision, and what it can tell us about ourselves, our world. And marks the differences between humans and AI.  But, templates, yeah, fuel an enormously unhelpful industry grounded in a one-dimensional view of life. Poetry challenges that. And you do so well, in this poem.

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On 3/2/2023 at 1:38 AM, incantation said:

Angels unable to open
Wings cannot take
Me home.

Hi Barry,  What an opening.  It was like a punch in the gut.  So true, so graphic, so sad.   Of course. I had to read on. 


On 3/2/2023 at 1:38 AM, incantation said:

Not designed for

This imagery captures me.  For me, it dominates my whole perspective of your poem.  Angels have to fly, they cannot be bound to the earth.   

Just random thoughts as I read this piece.   ~~Tink

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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