Here’s a poem I wrote especially for Fevers of the Mind.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it 😀
(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
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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