When YOU’rE Strange … #poem


She opened the door

to the inside of his mind

unable to shut it

for a better look, inside she climbed

*

Strange shapes, sounds, and colors

whirling in a midnight blue

mirror reflections made her mind spin

unable to find anything to hold on to

*

She opened her mouth to scream

all that came out were poppies

orange, red, purple, yellow

and they were singing in old jalopies

*

what they were singing she couldn’t tell

then she heard Jim Morrison’s voice

talking about  people

and she knew she had no choice

*

but to be added to the myriad of strange people

laced together with words…

Today on One Stop Poetry we are celebrating Jim Morrison of The Doors.  Come join us and jump in to the place of STRANGE…

 Thanks to Lachlan Rogers for the photo http://www.flickr.com/photos/lachlanrogers/2876937929/

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16 thoughts on “When YOU’rE Strange … #poem

  1. “She opened the door
    to the inside of his mind
    unable to shut it
    for a better look, inside she climbed”

    LOVE this! i’ll be heading over. ♥

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    1. I guess there is an element of dark there – hard not to be saddened by the talent that was snuffed out in a moment

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  2. when i look out my window…what do ya think i see? and when i look in my window…so many different people to be…that it’s strange…sure is strange…

    ^^^that’s donovan, but your poem made me think it fit.

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  3. I am always so inspired when I visit here, and today it’s no different. For me, this reads like a Morrison Bio from Pam’s POV. And i thought the poppies, and the image, a brilliant touch. (Might be I was slighty obsessed with The Doors in my own wilder days of youth! lol)

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    1. 11/08/2010i’m quite obsessed with pepoips now that i’m back living in california.i found you on alex’s site and had to comment because i’m an acupuncturist and artist as well it’s nice to find you.

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  4. opened her mouth to scream and all that came out were poppies…
    oh my… what a way to describe a drug induced dream/reality…
    we can all relate to that kind of trying to scream in a dream thing…
    you tied it to the opium thing beautifully

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    1. glad you picked up on that
      this poem was really inspired by Jim Morrison and the song – I got “caught on a wave”

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  5. I really enjoyed this take on the prompt…’She opened the door to the inside of his mind’
    ~ great start & the ending too..’and she knew she had no choice but to be added to the myriad of strange people laced together with words…’ Kind of feels like Onestop… 🙂

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  6. I like the poppies in your poetic tribute, Leslie. I imagine his head would have been a very strange and intriguing place to visit.

    “laced together with words” – what a beautiful image.

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