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Mind Reader

I was walking towards town, the other day
and a butterfly happened upon me.
All butterfly's are beautiful in my heart.

It sporadically landed on a near-by branch,
so I read it's mind,
even as tiny as it was.

It yearned for food, and a place to rest comfortably
and it's heart of thoughts were in the "now".

After a bit more of continuous walking
a young lad appeared on a skateboard
so, I read his mind as well.

His first mind was very anxious
and he thought primarily of the future,
for it was his heart's request to grow up much faster.

Later, after more journey
I found myself passing by a church
and the bride and groom were exiting as "one".

So, I could not help but try and read their mind.
But it was a challenge to read their minds collectively,
when I finally did, I felt pure love, hope, and mutual respect;

for it did soothe my heart, as they saw their future family,
and even though he yearned for a boy, and she a girl...
their mind saw a clean slated future.........bright.

I next passed a broken, elderly gentleman,
and I felt his sorrow, as I began to read his mind.
But, it was closed, and locked up tight...as if it were finished.

Very sad, I was about this
so I tarried home, hurriedly,
and when I arrived, I went straight to my mirror.

I began to read my own mind's picture gallery,
and I enjoyed my photographs of days gone by
as if I were scanning the hard-drive of my life, in my first mind's library.

So wonderful this was for my mind's eye,
because my library is so very full, and abundant
and it was then that I realized how very fortunate, I am.

Sure, there are a few poor and unsightly bad memories...but the good,
has always outweighed the bad..... even when love has gone away;
So, lucky am I to have both, lived AND loved.....at all.

— docmaverick, Apr 03, 2009

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About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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Critiques

infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 2 months ago

This is really good

The thought progression was smooth, and the sentiments made me smile. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"The truth is, it doesn't matter what you do. 'Til you gaze in that mirror with an eye that's true. And admit that what scares you is the me in you..." - Steve Earle
docmaverick

docmaverick

17 years 2 months ago

Thank-you....

...my friendly forever dwarf. Your compliment is considered "high praise", indeed.....what, with your keen powers of scrutiny. In print, #{:>{)]@=== docmaverick.