The morning mind knows it will end
in a blaze of glory it does not own.
This is reason enough for its sluggishness,
the fact it doesn't stir into action,
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The afternoon mind is a jazz concert of fully-empowered street-men who can improvise a whole city out of half a dozen notes and echoes of Billie Holiday short-changing the blues! I am in love with these lines! The poem as a whole is wonderful.
That's my favorite passage too - Jazz seemed the apt metaphor for afternoon energy and verve - I'm glad you liked this poem. As I messaged you, I got the idea from your poem MORNING MIND but our poems are very different - Oh, the wondrous variety of poetry! !
Moods and the chemical triggers for them change throughout the day. You have presented this phenomenon poetically and eloquently.
What begins in chemistry can culminate in poetry - in mental vision. Doesn't that also reveal the mind/body continuum? The intimate interplay of the physical and the psychic in human beings is affirmed.
'The morning mind knows it will end in a blaze of glory it does not own.' Just grabbed me and I read on totally enthralled...... and in her half-sleep, half-waking, she purges thoughts.