The Catacombs


When a discussion arose recently on the variety of thoughts that often spin about within my mind, brought me to a thought of another poem that in its entirity consists of what comes from and resides within my over active imagination and my mind.

In other words, todays poem is one that I put together from a mere thought and conversation with someone. Thus My mind is often like a Catacomb that goes on and on in all directions, creating a variety of ideas or poems from within.


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The Catacombs



Enter the catacombs of my heart,
There no darkness shall yet start.
Hidden within admire the creators hand,
See the beauty of each and every land.



There you may see that which is my soul,
Is is possible to view yet be whole?
The labour of His hand beyond sight,
None can see beyond still now take flight.



Enter then the caverns of my mind,
Where you find that darkness left behind.
Words that spread like chains unbound,
Rivers of thoughts flow free is found.



Seek some more through my heart,
My passions clear from every part.
Find me where birds come to feed,
What I see is no ones living creed.


 
Come dance in streets lined with gold,
As the beat of my heart is never cold.
The weavers web tangles not its prey,
In the paths of my mind you’ll go astray.






© Pat Fitzgerald   2021

Thank you for taking the time to read through this post. Todays poem is in its entirity one of imagination. What dwells within my mind and thoughts often brings out such a poem as this one.

As always if you feel the need to comment, I welcome and ask that as always that you do so in a polite manner. Please keep in mind that I only ask this in an understanding that words that appear OK in our culture can be insulting in anothers.

Until next time please take care and try to show a little love to someone in need of a loving arm about them.


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13 comments

  1. “There you may see that which is my soul,
    Is is possible to view yet be whole?”

    Intriguing lines and I love the title, Pat!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. “Enter then the caverns of my mind,
    Where you find that darkness left behind.”

    These lines are relatable, our minds know bi limit when it comes to thoughts, and there left the darkness we choose not to expose. Interesting poem and lovely👏

    Liked by 1 person

  3. My mind is like a catacomb. I love that. And beautiful poetry, as always.

    Liked by 1 person

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