Reason swirls in
rippled tidal waves,
schools of thought
propelled along rip tides of random compulsion;
Mind must master momentum
or be dragged to Davy Jones’ locker,
misled by swanky salesmen.
Lies ring true when artificial authenticity
sweeps senses out to sea,
when truth is misplaced
on the shelf next to pulp fiction.
The undiscerning dragnet
will troll for all species indiscriminately;
not every fish is worth the fry.
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‘…take captive every thought…’
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Which came first, the words or the photo?
The photo. I actually wrote an extremely dark piece for it first, but decided to stick it in my drafts folder for the time being.
Interesting. Is that usually how you start, with the photo as a focal point? Or is that a trade secret :)?
I almost always start with a photo – I think of ways that I can write about the physical appearance of it while having a deeper meaning or double meaning, too. Sometimes when I see something, I think of a line or a title before I take the photo, then once I have the image, I write the fuller idea. but I’m very visual, so I almost always work off of an image.
I am not sure what I do. I must pay attention to myself! But I enjoyed reading how your lovely poems come in to being.
indeed … thoughts should be taken captive and guarded by the Author of Truth … thought provoking, Melody 🙂
Thanks Heidi! The battle begins in the mind, doesn’t it?
I’m liking your hopeful voice
Thanks! Hope is so crucial – and sometimes so elusive. I’m glad that you can feel her creeping into my work.
Too many salesmen selling snake oil out there… 😉
Absolutely true! They need to be weeded out and given the boot! 😉
Oh, but they’ve been given a license to kill! Perhaps they need to be liquidated. 😉
I loved this and that ending line, not every fish is worth the fry. Good work, Melody. And the verse is one i pray often!
Thanks Debbie! It is difficult to take each one captive – it takes practice… Pray on!
This is brilliant, way beyond clever. I love “riptides of random compulsion”–surely that describes the younger me. Different issues now that I’m older….
Always issues – they just take different form?? 😦
Yeah, they do–I’m telling myself they’re more “mature and spiritual” now–what a crock!! Come on, laugh with/at me!
*hardy guffaws and snorts/chortles*
Feels good to guffaw/snort/chortle again, don’t it?!!
Absolutely!