Deep Inside My Own Head E-Book

Mitchell Friedman

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Where do my poems come from? They are the products of an idle mind, several of these ideas rattle around in those waking moments as morning clears the remnants of my dreams from my head. The poems are what remains as the dreams fade, or they are the thoughts that rattle around when I am caught up in a quiet moment.

Deep Inside My Own Head is a collection of poems that reflect the thoughts that rattle around in, as the title suggests, deep inside my own head. They cover a wide range of my mental ramblings.

I hope that these poems provoke thought. I hope some will touch the heart. And, I hope that some will bring a smile--or a chuckle.

Leseprobe

Mitchell Friedman

Deep Inside My Own Head

For Ilene, Danielle, and Jordan Friedman In loving memory of my parents William and Lillian Friedman BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Deep Inside My Own Head

We 

were driving 

on the Meadowbrook. 

The silence that filled the car 

was complete and palpable-- 

no sound to be heard. 

Each lost in 

thought. 

As 

I drove on 

I was lost inside 

the steady stream of my thoughts. 

My stories and poems to form 

deep inside my head, 

then faded 

out. 

New 

ideas took 

their place in the stream, 

coalesced before my eyes 

shaping into plans, 

then faded 

out. 

I 

was barely 

aware your attempt

First Love

We never forget our first loves. 

The memories of all the emotions stay 

with us through all our days. 

We never forget our first loves. 

The memories of all the emotions stay, 

playing on and on like a haunting song 

that softens, but is never gone. 

The memories of all the emotions stay, 

playing on and on like a haunting song. 

Laura, at the piano, raven hair swaying as she played— 

that image, through all the years, has stayed, 

playing on and on like a haunting song. 

Laura, at the piano, raven hair swaying as she played. 

Whenever I hear Moonlight Sonata I recall 

a love that had me enthralled-- 

Laura, at the piano, raven hair swaying as she played. 

Whenever I hear the Moonlight Sonata I recall, 

we never forget our first loves, 

the one that taught us how to love. 

Whenever I hear Moonlight Sonata I recall, 

we never forget our first loves. 

The memories of all the emotions stay 

with us through all our days. 

We never forget our first loves. 

The Obsessive-Compulsive Bop

Heading out before they awake, 

I very carefully check everything, 

and double check, 

and triple check. 

And, as I lock the door 

I repeat this mantra: 

Everything’s off, everything’s good. 

But, I am never really sure. 

Constantly, I second guess myself-- 

even as I lock the door. 

I have to force myself to have faith 

that all is safe, all is good. 

And yet the urge to go back in 

and check again takes hold. 

I must resist and repeat this mantra: 

Everything’s off, Everything’s good. 

I tell myself  

that if I don’t go now, 

I’ll be late. 

So, I say a prayer 

that they’ll be safe. 

I force myself out with this mantra: 

Everything’s off, Everything’s good.

OCD

Often the fear strikes 

Constraining every action 

Disordering mind.