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early morning thought cloud in october


someone said
(or was that the critic
in my head?):
you
are a worn-out subject,
self-involved,
you are...
so many adjectives,
bon mots have been
transacted on your
existence."

(eye roll or drum roll.)

"self-examination makes for
some pretty boring rot."

hmmm....does it?
or does it not?"

yet, I've heard that
some amazingly influential
careers were launched
doing just so....
that is,
self-analysis,
and these
fellows were pros
at being in their own
heads.

perhaps the act of thinking
isn't dead.

I put a limit to it
but do enjoy
the process
writing affords
so my thoughts are perpetually
bled from the floorboards
of memory
onto paper
or wherever
they care to flit...

I can make self-examination
a very tasty bit living in the
land in between
waking and dreams.

and
knowing where
I come from is more
satisfying, it seems,
than to not
(know.)

A well-formed
intuition, I possess.
One as expansive
as the variation
of shadows of any living
or inanimate thing.

thinking can bring with it
joy and clarity...make it your daily
practice not your rarity.

be the
one that perceives the tea
before the tea is done
and steamed.

would you
care to share a cup
of thoughts with me?
and
exchange our early morning
October reveries?


Copyright Monday, October 7, 2013
All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells/Meloo Tilt-a-World









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