The mind of a woman

like a pendulum

sways between pencil

and pen and ink entries

in her journal of awareness.

Not too far away

the eraser of hope

lies in Cheshire cat repose

in anticipation

of a summons to perform

whilst the ruler of reality,

smug in own importance,

knows soon it must decree

the drawing of a line

underneath a dream.

The rain falls today; it must be the rain

for it’s outside and not in like distant fellowship with the pain of love.

Drops of water mar her view, sun mingles with the gray,

and she is kept within encouraged by the chill

to pick up pen and ink or similes of them,

erase what cannot be, and rule off happiness.

The mind of a woman has lost the beat of time

but the tools of moving on pitter patter in her brain

when the rain falls outside and not in!

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