Iambic Thoughts, Sometimes Pentameter
September 28, 2015
Silent soft thoughts contour, become the deer.
Tiptoe around the edge, no cause for stir.
Remark as they appear, in calmest dusk.
The print so soft, barely dimension third.
Calm in the envelope, of meditate.
Is where my fear, cannot be there to find.
And I become the Poet, free at last.
Sometimes, my thoughts stomp just like elephants.
They crowd full space, to see if they belong.
Squeezing the last reality estate.
And then, they dare a poke, against their press.
Retort! Escort me out, for breath to catch.
The game you tame to be the force, of change.
Wild ways are not the path, to look outside.
Expand, exhale, and it will stride away.
And then you can replay, how it begins.
One way pilots, appear in random spots.
Their stinger’s search for all, my bloody times.
Reveal sweet spots of land, where I won’t look.
One pierce and I forget, what is the point.
As they can then depart, without my leave.
Simon Trepel, MD
Simon Trepel, MD FRCPC, is a practicing Child and Adolescent Psychiatrist, in Winnipeg, Canada. He is an Assistant Professor, at the University Of Manitoba, in the Faculty of Medicine, and the Co-founder of the GDAAY Clinic. He is, more importantly, the proud Father of 2 beautiful Daughters. He writes in his spare time about things he knows something about, and occasionally about things he doesn’t; like Yoga, and Italian flavored coffees. He prefers elephants to mosquitoes.
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