“Tape Recorder Mind”

Thu, 01/19/2017 - 11:29 -- PriceNa

I wish I had a photographic memory

so that my mind could take snapshots

 of the vividness before me

the collections of saturated thoughts

are ever present

 

I recollect the luminous glow of the heavens

Above me in the night with the brightest moon

I see the mist that cover the emerald

furs below the Appalachians

I feel as if I can pluck the trees out of

my scrapbook and stand amongst them

I am one with the earth and the charcoal colored

Sky that is the wall of rock before me

 

The scrapbook of my brain

to fill with endless photographs

infinite memories that fly off the

crisp edges of my thoughts

to play a whirlwind of slideshows

the thought process of film

moments spiraling into one

because nothing can be separated

into a simple photograph when

you have a tape recorder mind.

 

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