A Precipice of the Mind


Have you ever entered days where you feel like you are left to stand on a precipice, with company and yet alone. Alone in thoughts that sweep you away into a universe that almost seeks to wrap you into the pleasures that life can bring. Not the pleasures that most would think of, but the pleasures found hidden amongst the treasures of this world. Birds of the air that sing their song unaware of your dimema that takes you to that point.

Or young lambs that bounce about in relative safety in the midday sun.Such are the thoughts that have resulted in todays poem. What begun its time as a struggle for level grounding in mental health, resulted in a poem that I hope finds interest in others. Or in the least it finds a little entertainment whilst reading this post.

I do hope that this post finds you in a better place than the one I begn this day on. Yet resulted in a writing that eased a mind and maybe transform a mental attitude into a little brighter moment.


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A Precipice of the Mind


Standing on a precipice in company,
Yet alone with thoughts in custody.
Lost without colour in a field of roses,
Building walls where life decomposes.



Watching waves crash o’er wrecks,
An endless cycle ne'er cashes cheques.
Change the volume we cannot hear,
Dinner bells that chime without fear.



The north wind chills to the bone,
And the waves still crash without a moan.
Walking the rocky path to even ground,
Feeling like a pound lost and penny found.



Hug a coffee complete the sequence,
Black dog chained to discover balance.
As footsteps and excited voices pass,
And gardener tends to fresh cut grass.



The mind awakes with endless thoughts,
Alert now to a sea of sounds taking shots.
Blend the colours into one, drink the pleasure,
Never cease to take a new, life's treasure. 







©  Pat Fitzgerald 2022

Thank you for visiting this page. I hope that you have enjoyed this little post and that you have found a little entertainment in this little creative work. All so often art, whether that is in writing, poetry or any other form helps to bring ones mind to a better place that helps to transform, if but for a moment, it helps.

If you wish to make a comment, as always I welcome and only ask as I always do, that one is polite in posting comments as words cause more hurt and insult than any other method.

Until next time please take care and stay safe. If possible please do try to show a little loving care to one that you may feel is in need of that little loving hand. Also if you find typos or mistakes in this post, please know that I correct and update as soon as I discover any.


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10 comments

  1. Oh, yes! A feeling we can all relate to at some point in life. Great post. 😊

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  2. Wonderful! What a blend of thoughts, emotions and words.

    Liked by 1 person

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