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NaPoWriMo Poem by Us #8: The Jungles of the Mind by Sarah

Sarah and Jeff Boyle

After today's toys-come-alive prompt.

Photo of Carl Jung, action figure, by Roger Gibson (Sarah's dad). From  Father Daughter Dance .

Photo of Carl Jung, action figure, by Roger Gibson (Sarah's dad). From Father Daughter Dance.

The Jungles of the Mind

Jung beheld the jungle greens around him
and knew he had landed somewhere he
oughtn’t. His dream had been filled with
dinosaurs, primordial beasts of lumbering
but stunning beauty casually mowing
trees to the ground with their voracious
appetites. But perhaps this was precisely
where he ought to be. Dreams of such
clarity were not mere coincidence but
synchronicity. What were these jungle
greens telling him? What was he hungering
after in the recesses of his brain? Was it
mere hunger or a sublimated desire
to be beautiful? Jung took off his glasses,
pinched the bridge of his nose. He held
the spectacles before his face and regarded
his doubled reflection in the lenses.
If he were prettier, they would love him.

 

Poems by Us #7: The Dragon-Ray by Sarah

Sarah and Jeff Boyle

We had our Poem-A-Thon just yesterday here in Pittsburgh, and we typed poems for donations. Memorable poems include one about a diamond-hard blue stegosaurus and a strange journey through philosophy via a red panda. One of our donors is a lover of science fiction and fantasy. Here is the poem I wrote for her, based on our conversation about science fiction and how it reflects our own world.

Untitled image by xersti . Rotated 270 degrees. Courtesy of a  Creative Commons License.  

Untitled image by xersti. Rotated 270 degrees. Courtesy of a Creative Commons License. 

The Dragon-Ray

In these viole(n)t waters
the dragon-ray swims. This
is no harbor for the upright
and armored knight. He will
rust shut, trapped in his small
world of barnacles and oxidation.
Let the dragon-ray churn and
shine. He admires his reflection.
He is a reflection of the new.