Section, Mixed Media Painting in Progress by Kim Nelson
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
~John Milton, Paradise Lost
Wandering the halls
of my mind
I note decor
based on assumption
And knick-knicks
made of knocks and slams
I’d best carry all that
to the curb
Unclutter
Clean house
Open up the paths of possibility
Also there
nestled in the wrinkles of mine
stand walls
erected by hurt feelings
or communications, failed
mistakes left unforgiven
judgments, harsh
Gotta knock ‘em down
Let in the light
Fresh air
Time to remodel
hang self-portraits
make it mine
make it shine
The mind
is like big business
It’s a powerful thing
I’m gonna mind my own
Ah, a fascinating look into the workings of the human mind!! Definitely a person sometimes does need to de-clutter.
Great wordplay throughout (especially “knick, knack, knock” and minding one’s mind).
Also, the concept of possibility starting at home–either figuratively or actually–is something I’ve never thought on before. The authoritative tone really helped present the ideas.
The mind is our most powerful tool, and words, our most powerful weapon. Yes, we have to be mind-ful of how we use each so that we don’t become destructive because we hurt.
Perfect! Clean house… I shall do that!
What a wonderfully creative piece–I loved the rhythm of this piece–It would be great to hear this one aloud!!! And I loved the painting!!
Kim,
This is just fantastic. A real piece of ‘spring/autumnal cleaning,’ going on. A reincarnation and a rebirth of the real self, taking shape. Wonderful…
Eileen :)
Oh yes, let’s knock down those walls…a lifelong task, I fear. I especially love the line: nestled in the wrinkles of time.
Very wise and clever poem and great picture! I have one I did of a brain in bed and one of a brain in the snow. I really like this pic and such good advice. Thanks. k.
Yes spring clean the mind and all that mirrors it…or has an effect on it… resonates with me. Imaginative and clever… enjoyed! Loved the painting too by the way…
WHOA! This is simply STELLAR! Love the opening up of the “paths of possibility”. Love the knocking down the walls. Yes, fresh air, and space and forgiveness and Brand New Days……..sigh. You inspire me!
Always good to clean out the hurts and barriers and process them right to the curb!! Loved it!
Gotta knock ‘em down
Let in the light
Fresh air
How often one takes stock of matters that nudge at one’s conscience.It’s a bother, very unsettling but a noble thing to do. Nicely Kim!
Hank
Kim, really like the construction aspect here, gives a sense of building, which conveys growth, clearly showing in certain words like unclutter, clean, open up paths..really nicely done. Also, dig the painting, I have a site where I dabble in digital art and find it such a release, similar to what I get out of poetry, except different lol Love the frame in frame aspect and the brain trapped in the one as the person is looking in. Excellent piece, and I’ve visited you here before, but just saw that you have a link up site as well, actually I’m pretty sure I’ve seen it before, just never knew who ran it. When I get free time to respond properly I’ll definitely add it to the other sites I’ve been participating with for a while. Thanks.
Beautifully written!
i LOVE this, Kim!
♥
I have to agree with Jack’s comment, it is pretty much what I had intended to say. A really successful piece that works splendidly well. Furthermore, the painting is fascinating – I do hope we get to see the finished version.
This is such an interesting introspective piece, Kim!
“I’d best carry all that
to the curb”
Tremendous extended metaphor, just fascinating. A little RC, but also what a wonderful description of a visual artwork to be! And I love the analogy/pun to running a business on the end. PS: Thanks for visiting and commenting at my poetry blog.
agreed – wise poem!
It’s always great to wipe the slate clean and redo some things that need a touch up, interiors need constant maintenance ;)
Very wise and true poem. If we are honest
it is a full time job minding our own, my
favorite line.