Never Been Heard

(formerly The Musings and Learnings of a Widowed Bipolar Mum)

“The Thoughts” A Poem about Bipolar Hypomania to the structure and rhythm pattern of Edgar Allan Poes’ The Bells

Feel the creeping joy of thoughts!

Incandescent thought,

Here the sense of perfect satisfaction sought,

How they rise and rush and crackle,

In the day and in the night.

Sharing Love, Communication

Sublime, Euphoric Nation.

Losing time, time, time,

In a sort of runic rhyme.

Feeling emancipation befitting the talk.

From the thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts

From the rising and rushing of the thoughts.

Feel the fertile racing thoughts,

Elevated thoughts,

Going lickety split, had they ought?

Dazzling Goddess taking flight,

Should they express worry or delight?

She really didn’t mean to rock the boat…

Seemed all in tune,

Now everything is choked.

Soaring high crashing back to Disorder.

Parcels everywhere, impulsively bought,

Lack of thought,

Feeling fraught.

How this pans out, she fought,

She got taken, got caught.

To the rushing and racing of the thoughts, thoughts, thoughts,

Of the thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

To the rushing and crashing of the thoughts.

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