An observation on what goes on inside my head when all is unspeakably silent.


Solitaire

In my mind I sit oh so solitary
Akin to the lone watchman down on the prairie

Flipping coins, thinking about a head and a tail.
A deck of cards,diamonds,hearts,A Jack,A King.
Trapped in my thoughts, facing death in a jail.
Like The Bard, am I destined to go on wondering ?

Escapist or Surrealist, am I the former or the latter ?
Do I flee from reality or change how I perceive it ?
It doesn't change the fact, the result's the same no matter how I acheive it.

In the end, it's pointless, it's futile, it just doesn't matter.

How quickly the dunce cap turns into a crown
Then the once bright smile turns into a frown

The heart drums manically like the waves on the shore,
The mind stops spinning, it sings never more.

Forever more it lays, like the raven squawking its song of melancholy.



Poetry by Jack R. Schade
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Written on 2009-04-17 at 13:33

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There is a certain resignation to a fate worse than poetic death in this poem, that reminds me of youths innocents. What I mean by this is that when we are young, we can fall into the thought pattern that, nothing will change'. But as we grow older, we realise, everything changes, either naturally, or by sudden circumstances that we have no power over. The only thing in life that is certain, is change. With this in mind, due to my nearly fifty years on this planets experience, I would say that if you can rise above your circumstances in your thoughts, in other words, have your dreams, despite what the voice in your head is telling you, over-ride those thoughts and in doing so, changes start to happen in your life, that is what I have found anyway, and coming from terribily desperate circumstances that I thought would never change, but surely did. Solitaire is a lonely game, but it can produce, a great aim towards contentment, if tackled in the positive way.

Anyway, these are my thoughts on the observation on what goes on inside your head, unspeakable silence, can give us room to clear our minds, or it can overwhelm us.

It is a lovely day in Cornwall, hope it is where you are.

Smiling at you, enjoying reading your minds work

Tai
2009-04-17