My mind is never idle.
It fascinates itself
Finding patterns and shapes
In everything I see.
It seems to have a need
To define an order to things,
And is always playing the game,
“What does this remind me of?”
The ability to see things
Where nothing actually exists
And the search for underlying patterns
Are not unique to me.
Why else would countless mathematicians
Using the most powerful computers made
Search endlessly for a pattern
Hidden in the number pi.
Maybe it is some ancestral trait
Passed on to me from eons ago
That has me able to look at the stars
And see shapes among the chaos.
My mind can entertain itself for hours
Conjuring up geometric patterns
Out of tiles on a floor
Or random spots on the ceiling.
My mind enjoys itself
Observing the clouds
And playing silhouette games
With them as they across the sky.
My mind can take
The most innocent set of hills
And turn them into female forms
Caressed by the sky in the horizon!
My mind is always at play
Seeing things
In the things I see
In this fertile head of mine.
Charlie McCormick
About Me
- Charlie McCormick
- Adana, Türkiye
- I am an engineer, and have been for most of my life, but my passion is writing. I have developed a style that seems to suite me, somewhere between poetry, and common everyday dialog. I have done a few things in my life and gained a bit of wisdom along the way. The narratives I write are my way of passing on the wisdom I have collected. They consist of daily observations about the nature of life, the people I meet and the situations I find myself in. I try to add a few more each day to keep the blog alive, and to give me a sense of the momentum of my life. If any of you feel like corresponding with me, asking questions, or whatever, please send me an email at mccormick.charlie@yahoo.com. I would appreciate your feedback.
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