Climbing Rainbows

"Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all the living creatures of every kind on the earth." -Genesis 9:16

My Photo
Name:
Location: Ohio, United States

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Bookshelves

I file ideas in bookshelves,
Each one is in its place;
My mind is like a library,
All perfectly arranged—

It’s all compartmentalized;
I find the facts I need,
Then when I’m finished, I return
Whatever I have read—

It seems so convenient
To catalog my brain,
But all these bookshelves split my mind
And make me feel insane—

I do not want my life to consist
Of jumping box to box,
Where careful watch is kept
Ensuring they aren’t mixed—

I want my thoughts to be connected,
So I can be myself—
I’ll weld each book into my soul
And burn the shelves.

1 Comments:

Blogger Lisa Mikitarian said...

What a cool thought you express in this poem. I love the last stanza, the last line in particular, though my tongue got snagged on it--like it needs a word or two more.

Very, very cool.

3:49 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home