General Poetry posted September 11, 2022

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Turn Off the Noise;

I Need a Rest

by Tom Horonzy

Some say it's a sign of intelligence.
Others think my brain is warped.
I'd like to believe the first
but my mind itself thirsts
for downtime.
What about you?
Do thoughts pass  
through your mind
as frequently as trains
come from and go to
Penn Station, N.Y.C.?
Day or night,
awake or asleep, 
even when I'm by myself,
conversations churn 
 like fish being fed chum.
A chaotic turbulence
similar to opened floodgates
at the base of Hoover Dam
when Lake Mead is full, 
or even when it's not.
I hear within such
passing thoughts as
"Thomas Jefferson 
being a Huguenot,"
while I sleep.
Who does that?
Could thoughts we have,
actually, be conversations?
If not, what are they,
and how do we store more
each day we breathe?
Perhaps if I knew how much
 access remained, I'd lease 
some out for rent, or not, 
 for if I exceeded capacity
there be none left for us.
At least, as it stands
one or the other remains
in command, though,
I'm not sure if
it's the id or me.
Maybe that is the answer
why neither of us ever rests.
We both need to be vigilant
for if we'd snooze, we may lose
whatever is left in storage.

How do you think? writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
If a mind is a terrible thing to waste, how would you stop doing so?

I find myself thinking all the time, and am curious if you do as well? Day and night? When?
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