I’m drawn, by hypnotizing pirouettes
to bygone days of water, wind and wood.
When lone, in calm and gusty airs, I stood
and gybed to test our Mother Nature’s face,
by changing tacks with downwind starboard grace.
A flock of laughing seagulls understood
how thrills of youth and ways of motherhood,
ignite a dance of life without regrets.
But then, some neurons whispered, “discipline”
within my synapses and endocrine.
I left my boyish sailing days behind
for goals tobacco with caffeine defined.
Life’s optical illusions disappeared.
She’s spinning left. She’s naked. She’s just weird!
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Adding your comment:
...Loved the write, really...and what drew me was the category of Neurology?...never woulda thought of it...Peace, Rhonda
... so I made him take the test, and indeed, it says that he's 59 % left-brained ... 
maa
The poem itself was fascinating, an interesting and amusing blend of visual scene and thought. I was brought back to many of my college psych classes. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
- one of the most interesting piece I've read... thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest... take care Minoo
