Open Poem (Troubled Minds) By Savannah Seeber
They say the best poetry
Comes from troubled minds
Is that what’s happening on these lines?
The outpour of my thoughts
Like a river run dry
Or a waterfall just barely dripping
Clinging to the edge of something
Is it sanity?
They say that that’s what’s dipping
And spiking
Like the stock market,
On an exciting day for greedy men
Hungry for the high of wealth
Yet what they don’t see
What no one ever sees
Is the way an ocean churns
On a lovely, stormy day
Or the way the clouds smell
When they’re about to spill
What they don’t see
Is the beauty of the madness,
Chaos and cacophony
So maybe that is why
There is beauty in a troubled mind
The beauty of seeing things
That others don’t recognize
Appreciating it because no one does.
(Troubled Minds)
By Savannah Seeber
They say the best poetry
Comes from troubled minds
Is that what’s happening on these lines?
The outpour of my thoughts
Like a river run dry
Or a waterfall just barely dripping
Clinging to the edge of something
Is it sanity?
They say that that’s what’s dipping
And spiking
Like the stock market,
On an exciting day for greedy men
Hungry for the high of wealth
Yet what they don’t see
What no one ever sees
Is the way an ocean churns
On a lovely, stormy day
Or the way the clouds smell
When they’re about to spill
What they don’t see
Is the beauty of the madness,
Chaos and cacophony
So maybe that is why
There is beauty in a troubled mind
The beauty of seeing things
That others don’t recognize
Appreciating it because no one does.