Here’s a poem I wrote especially for Fevers of the Mind.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it 😀

Fevers of the Mind

(c) Geoffrey Wren

Famous Blue Metaphor

They came here, via Jennifer Warnes;
never breathed a Hallelujah until CJ Cregg’s
love interest took a bullet for the narrative…

presented, other person’s metaphor
vinyl pressed, missing pieces
sold, collectively unconscious, marked
as nothing ever really worked for me

tried, but it was closing
Doors or Joni Mitchell, other artists
found as empathy, except that artistry
would never leaf within, heart beating
differently to him

                                                                accept
unable to escape
                                                                two lines

because the first that shifted, was the station
one of those I am and still remain

mind will not escape his confirmation
went to take Manhattan, camera holding
something more than lyrical behest

poet’s ideal
buried, in their chest.

Bio: S Reeson [she/they] is 54 and is a multidisciplined artist who has suffered with anxiety since childhood. Poetry has become a means by which feelings that previously could not be discussed are

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