Sometimes I wait for logic
To catch up to my intuition,
A little shaken, a little stirred.

Sometimes I wait for logic
To catch up to my intuition,
A little shaken, a little stirred.
You did not know
where to begin
as you stood on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
You did not know
where to begin
as you stood on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.
Strings of invisible ribbons
tie us to an ancient path
of mindless banter…
rounded pebbles and cool water
underneath our feet…
splashing us from echoes of swirls…
and carved scriptures
and feathered inked dipped tips…
fog and sanity,
lost in the unknown places of the mind.
After the mayhem of thoughts
slaves of logic
surrendered
to the gut feeling
which in its most illogical way
seemed just right
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You did not know…
where to begin
as you stood
on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.