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the grey matter garden (second part)

running wild still at the edges of eden
where deep caverns open to let in more dark
and then heat of a sun
makes its piercing way in
igniting a light that began with a spark
branches on trees reach like arms who wear leaves
where are the seeds of similes
all always away ahead alluded
rules from men's minds sometimes polluted
split personality one on one
one on the couch one behind the desk
where dogs can talk, cats snidely smile
where we feel the tear of a crocodile
where poor are rich and rich are poor
a terminal condition none can cure
minute specks of flesh and blood
paradise found or sunk in mud
flying hurricanes of silent words
nightmares to daydreams to fantasies
the vile the vulgar the purest pure
tiny synapses grey matter wind blown
to grow in dimensions twilight zones
insuring survival of their kind
forwards backwards backward forward
back in time yet traveling toward
packed worn clothes in time's old suitcase
trudging to the future

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Free verse
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What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
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Comments

television to me. I had to think a bit, to decide if I like your title. I do. I definitely like the rhyme and the rhythm of it. There is one line that really doesn't seem like it belongs and I don't know why.
"Branches on trees reach like arms who wear leaves" I don't know if it has a special significance, but...
The beginning was a little murky and it wasn't until I got to the line: " where are the seeds of similes "
that I picked up the rhythm and the core of the work spoke to me. I have to think that the meaning of this poem has to do with imagination. It ended well. ~ Geezer.
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thanks geezer. i thought the arms wearing leaves a little corny. it certainly has to do with imagination - it came out of mine. but i am writing of the human brain. maybe there is no difference

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will work on getting the rhythm better from the beginning. appreciate your comments. will take out corny leaves thing

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thanks drey. i am going to soon post a new one. i have changed a few things

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