She opened the door
to the inside of his mind
unable to shut it
for a better look, inside she climbed
*
Strange shapes, sounds, and colors
whirling in a midnight blue
mirror reflections made her mind spin
unable to find anything to hold on to
*
She opened her mouth to scream
all that came out were poppies
orange, red, purple, yellow
and they were singing in old jalopies
*
what they were singing she couldn’t tell
then she heard Jim Morrison’s voice
talking about people
and she knew she had no choice
*
but to be added to the myriad of strange people
laced together with words…
Today on One Stop Poetry we are celebrating Jim Morrison of The Doors. Come join us and jump in to the place of STRANGE…
Thanks to Lachlan Rogers for the photo http://www.flickr.com/photos/lachlanrogers/2876937929/
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“She opened the door
to the inside of his mind
unable to shut it
for a better look, inside she climbed”
LOVE this! i’ll be heading over. ♥
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gr8 Dani – thanks – this was a fun break in style for me
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Great use of words to illustrates the complexity of our minds.
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Whimsical poem that turns dark. Very cool.
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I guess there is an element of dark there – hard not to be saddened by the talent that was snuffed out in a moment
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when i look out my window…what do ya think i see? and when i look in my window…so many different people to be…that it’s strange…sure is strange…
^^^that’s donovan, but your poem made me think it fit.
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I am always so inspired when I visit here, and today it’s no different. For me, this reads like a Morrison Bio from Pam’s POV. And i thought the poppies, and the image, a brilliant touch. (Might be I was slighty obsessed with The Doors in my own wilder days of youth! lol)
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thanks Natasha – what a kind thing to say
Morrison still inspires…
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Ah…I could hear the music in the background as I read this…enjoyed it.
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11/08/2010i’m quite obsessed with pepoips now that i’m back living in california.i found you on alex’s site and had to comment because i’m an acupuncturist and artist as well it’s nice to find you.
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opened her mouth to scream and all that came out were poppies…
oh my… what a way to describe a drug induced dream/reality…
we can all relate to that kind of trying to scream in a dream thing…
you tied it to the opium thing beautifully
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glad you picked up on that
this poem was really inspired by Jim Morrison and the song – I got “caught on a wave”
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I really enjoyed this take on the prompt…’She opened the door to the inside of his mind’
~ great start & the ending too..’and she knew she had no choice but to be added to the myriad of strange people laced together with words…’ Kind of feels like Onestop… 🙂
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I like the line about the poppies too. As if having her mind blown open was frightening but then that fright elevated her consciousness. Morrison opened my mind as a boy and I still listen to The Doors today.
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Wow! LOVE this one. From the first line to the last, outstanding. Glad I dropped by on your blog. Best thing I’ve read all day.
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I like the poppies in your poetic tribute, Leslie. I imagine his head would have been a very strange and intriguing place to visit.
“laced together with words” – what a beautiful image.
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