The Gold Mind

Writing behind requested silence,
trying lines triumph only in sad movies;
man-made memories,
dying before the voices education via video,
cameo plans reign underneath logic.

Rumours rotated questions of wealth,
as this author worships his greatest fear,
and a reminder will ignite frustration,
memory causes tears bourn of loss.

Only cry for the cold cremated conscience,
its alone in the night,
denouncing hope to all who listen,
as Medusa gestures to a dawn inside dark.

Crossing a neutral train of thought,
the silver shoot thinks its individual,
and alone in clean pruned shrines of green,
its grounded only by the tendering hand.

So the sufferer dwells underneath our poems,
placed and falling, sagging; his surfaces in decline,
cackling water waits in trapped plumbing,
positions itself against the ghosts of air.

Let this reflection paint itself a copy,
of the gold mind it believes in so much,
it whispers gasping realising folly, and frowning,
frees the Songbird Soul to the everlasting light.


[c] N. C. Fortune. September/November 2011.

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[sonyarose8]

Truly amazing. You are one of a kind...like the Van Gogh of poetry!

[Nigelcf]

@sonyarose8 Hi Sonya! Wow thanks so much that is extremely kind of you! I'm very glad you like this, and great to see you back online too! : )

[Vermyl]

excellent delivery

[Nigelcf]

@Vermyl Thanks very much! :)

[alizzzzzza]

amazing :)

[Nigelcf]

@alizzzzzza Thank you! :)

[Nigelcf]

@ladyofire Thanks very much so glad you liked this! :)

[ladyofire]

Excellent poetry that's excellently recited...well done, Nigel.

[Nigelcf]

@tinySpectacle Hey Lo!! Thanks very much i'm glad you picked up on the language as i payed particular attention to detail to it in this one. It was a difficult birth i can tell you! :D

[tinySpectacle]

The language in here is just excellent. I must listen to it again.