Sunday, July 28, 2024

Are YOU an Intrapersonal Personality Type? by Devi Nina Bingham




                          Are YOU an Intrapersonal Personality Type?

I am an Intrapersonal Personality Type. This personality type is uncommon and thus pitiable, because it is not well understood. The Intrapersonal Communicator quite naturally asks probing questions not because we are nosy or busybodies, but because we keep an inner scorecard and are comparing our inner landscape. In truth, our curiosity may have little to do with others, but they assume we are probing to get under their skin or to make trouble when we are simply trying to make sense of our inner world.

My entire life I have been told that I am a “deep thinker” and that I ask “profound” questions (my religious mother told me that I ask too many questions), which has always puzzled me. Doesn’t everybody grind an unanswered question down until they have pulverized it, answering it from all possible angles? This need to understand life from the inside out has caused frustration for me in relationships because I have wrongly assumed that like me, other people want to discover the truth. What I have concluded through heartbreak is that most people do not, in fact, think very seriously about life’s mysteries, nor do they dwell on why people act in the strange ways they do. And they spend almost no time analyzing their own dysfunction unless they are forced to. The intrapersonal approach is perfectly illustrated by Rodin’s bronze sculpture, “The Thinker” because at the heart of my personality is a serious need to understand myself, which is why I ask so many questions and try so damned hard to understand others, even people who don’t care to understand themselves.

Intrapersonals tend to be introverted intellectuals who are drawn to psychology and the arts. If you know a counselor or an artsy type, there is a good chance they are intrapersonal and are off in some corner quietly analyzing life as if it were a chess game. This drive to tear life apart as a car mechanic takes apart a motor is relentless and insatiable and finds its outlet in the professions of analysis (think: psychoanalysis), and in the expression of art, and philosophy.

And this is the beauty inherent in the intrapersonal communicator: like nobody else, we can convey the essence of another person in words, or through art because we have, like Rodin's Thinker, sat and pondered our subjects at exhaustive length. To every misunderstood intrapersonal communicator, I can only say that I understand your need to understand-and that the world desperately needs you to KEEP THINKING.

Saturday, July 27, 2024

"Ballad of The Mousies" by Devi Nina Bingham

 


Ballad of The Mousies

"I must prefer this isolation, or I would change.

A tiny mouse sitting in its hell hole.

They say the obvious explanation is that I am strange.

They don't know my life, my heart and soul.


Try to catch me if you can, dare to corner me.

I'll scream as you bring the confining cage.

Not an eye has seen a mouse become a banshee.

Don't be the first to see my unsightly rage.


What is free should live free, as nature intends.

Some things it’s better not to disturb.

Like this ballad coming to an abrupt end

which recommends you leave the mousies

unperturbed."

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Friday, July 26, 2024

"The She Inside (an Ode)" by Devi Nina Bingham




"The She Inside (an Ode)" by Devi Nina Bingham

"I wish to be
the she inside,
to scale the mount
and brave the tide.
Yet, I and me
won't dare to dream
the way she does
with starry eyes.
Dancing in magic moon beams,
while I keep my heart disguised.
Of we two, I am half her size.
If only we could meet between!"

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Wednesday, July 24, 2024

"Destiny? (A Shakespearean Sonnet)" by Devi Nina Bingham

 

                                                                            

                                                              Destiny?

Though you and I from countries strange,

imagined we a life to build. 

But this time, not to demand change

of she who charmed and held me thrilled.


The dream we dreamed shook our core

as we awoke to our final love. 

In seeing this, our hearts did soar

into the climbing clouds above.


"Your final chance!" said my worried mind,

"You must claim it now, or not at all!"

I watched as you were so resigned

to time's cruel march of vitriol.


"If it's meant to be, destiny will conspire," 

said she to me. "let's see what transpires."

Friday, July 5, 2024

"Without a Thought (A Shakesperean Sonnet)" by Devi Nina Bingham

                                                  Without a Thought


My home, my nest, my sweet, spicey abode.

Where my heart's at rest, my heart's at rest.

Safely tucked in a pocket that the sea bestowed

where I have been blessed, I have been blessed.


I don't have to see my mother, the sea,

I hear her voice foaming in the mornings.

Just to know she waits, she waits for me

and can rush right in, sometimes without warning.


A danger is inherent in every blossomed rose

when you pick a flower without a thought.

I have come to respect the ocean's highs and lows,

and to watch my fingers around the lobster pot. 


Lovers are the same, unreliable.

Nature is to blame, undeniable.




"Mercury" by Devi Nina Bingham

                                                                

    Mercury


Flying away, with wings on your feet

like Mercury, the swift.

Run away from the ghost that haunts you,

red lips that you once kissed.


Only the Gods fly fast enough.

Once, I held you up, your face to the sun, 

my interest rebuffed, 

we spilled the adoring cup.


Winged sandals' grace your feet

and another graces your hat.

Only counterfeit lovers will you meet

that deceive like the thunderclap. 


Who has the God's ears, yet won't know thyself,

he dashes from my arms.

Like the slippery metal, he prides himself

on his irresistible charm.


Silver and shiny, quick as a flash

was my beloved and blameless boy.

Who escaped the shackles of love as he dashed

making of love a sportive toy.


Lady of Troy, daughter of Zeus 

would have known him well. 

Captured by her alluring charms

he thought he could break the spell.


He failed to see he could not outrun

the heart that beat within.

Wherever he goes he comes undone

for he is trapped in Mercury's skin.


A tale of caution

to listen to the heart

when love is destined to be.

Even the Gods do not keep souls apart-

even mercurial Mercury.