INK BLOTS

For Yos' contest "Be your own Therapist"

 

 

 

 

 

 Gone my façade when I see the ink blots

this morning reality is caste before my eyes

my naked thoughts laid bare a trap...

a crack in my psyche withers images

flight or flight emotions appear strong, but

tissue thin as I open Pandora’s box

where fleeing demons melt into oblivion

I slip into the reality of now and cast away the then

that seems to consume our sessions

What do you see?  you ask again…

 

 

 

© Helena May 2009

Author's Note

Originally written (but not submitted) for one of Tovli's Ten contests.
The words were gone, slip, withers, morning, crack, art, trap, consume, flight, tissue

Thank you for reading my words

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

The Rorschach tests reveal
some things we feel we must conceal.
Interpretations can be wrong.
It is the way we sing our song

The rhythm counts more than the words
Psychiatrists I find absurd
It seems they always presuppose
they understand what no one knows.

Although the tests which they devise
have much merit in their eyes.
I could not possibly agree
they know a great deal more than me.

I much prefer my own insight
because they never get it righ

[Unspoken poet]

This is so good, i like the rhythm of this write

[lee von cleef]

Words carve their depth into this poem, "naked thoughts laid bare a trap..."Casting the fly up river the trout takes your money.Madness pays and they drive a new car.
I am holding your hand as you write,Or I am the brass button, But I feel as if I sat right there.

[emmajoy]

Such an ingenuous use of the given words, each line creating a meaning and/or feeling. This test is by no means foolproof but your poem is and I suspect that: 'I slip into the reality of now and cast away the then ~ that seems to consume our sessions ~ What do you see? you ask again…' has more you than the remainder of your post.

[Kimberly Smith]

LOVE IT ..makes me think alot and I like and admire poets who have the ability to do that.GREAT WRITE

[Michael X]

Helena, this captures the fundamentel idea behind ink blot psychometric aggitation, how is the mind inspired when presented with a new and interesting idea, I love the flow and wisdom presented here.
in many ways your words speak of poetry by design. An awsomely expressive illusion description, Wow


Gone my fa�ade when I see the ink blots
this morning reality is caste before my eyes
my naked thoughts laid bare a trap...

[Xyve rrg]

wow... with the given words you have created a superb piece. I really wouldn't have thought you had "forced" words into it... I love the rhyme in the end... Reading it for me seems psychedelic which is of course amazing given the subject... This poem is excellent!

[Jon Gary Frost]

I would have never guessed that this one had so many "forced-contest" words. It seemed so natural and flowing. Very good stuff.

Highly enjoyable read.

[deeps]

I love it, this is so wonderful, I see animal of some sort maybe two dogs.

[Tovli]

awesome! incredible use of metaphor! loved it!