Minds

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Minds

A spider’s web in a gale.

                Tissues in a fire.

                                Glass under the hammer.

                                                A fly on wet paint.

                                                                Egg shells under the boot.

                                                                                A whimper in a hurricane.

Minds are weak;

                Easily shattered,

And can never

                Be put back together.

In the Ukraine

                Putin

                                Is tearing apart

                                                Generations

                                                                Of fragile

                                                                                Minds.

War,

                As with all violence,

                                Creates trauma,

                                                Destroys minds,

                                                                Wrecks lives.

Tattered remnants,

                Quietly coping.

Opher – 3.3.2022

My father served in the Second World War, my grandfather in the First. They never spoke about their experiences.

It affected the whole of their lives.

They were the lucky ones.

Many came back from war physically undamaged but mentally and emotionally destroyed.

It is not only war, any violence, any trauma, can have the same effect. It eats into our fragile psyche and rips us apart.

Humans are nowhere near as resilient as we all believe. Society is full of damaged people.

Putin is wrecking the lives of millions!

Poetry – Reality

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Reality

Reality in a cloud of electricity,

In infinity

Within;

Created out of chemistry.

The universe

Manufactured

In the head,

Coalesced

From limited senses:-

Not the whole spread.

What we see

Is partial.

It is not the universe.

Opher – 4.5.2020

I think it’s philosophy.

We think we live in reality. But do we? All our perception is just electrical activity in our brains.

We think what we are seeing and feeling is real. It isn’t.

It is nothing more than some phenomenon of consciousness – a network of chemistry and polarised charge – nothing more.

We do not even know if anything really exists outside of our head.

Poetry – Eggshell minds

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Eggshell minds

We stand so strong and put on a show;

So hard, so strong, so resolute.

So brave against the stars.

So easily shattered,

So delicate.

Our eggshell minds

Are housed in

Shelters

Of electric blancmange

That cannot resist

The forces that stir

Their currents.

Experiences and sights

That embed themselves

In the motherboard

To short-circuit

And sear the

Tranquillity of our thoughts

And dreams.

For we are not so brave, so strong

Or resolute

As we believe.

Blancmange is too soft,

So very soft,

So delicate,

That the shocks curdle our being.

Opher 5.6.2019

I’ve met so many people whose minds are twisted by the experiences of life. The things they’ve seen, done or taken have scarred the soft jelly of their brains.

We are not so strong and tough. Violence and abuse leaves scars that do not heal. It only takes one experience to send us reeling.

Life is a disturbance.

War, violence, trauma, abuse – permanent damage.

I fear we are all traumatised!