Just three pounds of gelatinous goo
But oh what those three pounds can do
I walk and talk because of you
Conscious thought that’s right on cue
I plan and execute each day
You’re there to help me find my way
You help me keep the hounds at bay
As I bravely enter the fractious fray
You organize as I lay asleep
And with your broom you gently sweep
The debris I do not need to keep
The sadness that can make me weep
And when I learn something new
You store it in that special queue
Of information tried and true
That I may purposefully pursue
To speak my mind with confidence
Relying on your providence
The words of such preponderance
That flow into my consciousness
But now because of how I’ve struggled
The world I know seems sadly muddled
And my thoughts grow more and more befuddled
So here inside of you I’ve huddled
I creep into your quietude
The refuge of sweet solitude
A shelter from the multitude
That I may adjust my attitude
This respite serves from time to time
To help adjust my fevered mind
To heal the wounds I left behind
To which I now can be resigned
And if at times advice I seek
A friendly voice to me will speak
It’s not that this old mind is weak
It’s just a little tongue in cheek
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Author:
Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one is just a bit of silliness. I love playing with rhyming words, and this one just got away from me.
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Not so silly, Bella. As a human, existing in this time and place, I often feel my body (including brain) to be very happily functioning without my close input.
I, as driver provide direction have motivations and desires, but the way these are satisfied, the mechanisms involved are not something I am conscious of or have much control over.
Your poem expresses that nicely.
Thank you so much dear friend. Too often I think we don't give the old noggin enough credit
Very good words Bella, the brain is the functioning of each of our bodies.
Andy
Thank you my friend, where would we be without it?
Urgh! I don't feel well - gelatinous goo.
What brain? I say to myself - all 3 brain cells of mine are there though! heehee.
Hold onto all 3 of those dear brain cells my friend, as I hold onto mine. At last count I think I had maybe 4 or 5 left, but who's counting. Thank you for your delightful comment.
Yes, let's hope, for both of us, they don't all go on holiday at the same time. If so, when will they be back?! lol
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Bella I certainly can identify with this poem. It evokes feelings too and what more is a great poem than one that one identifies with and evokes one's feelings?
Thank you so much dear friend for your kind comments. So wonderful to share those feelings with such kindred spirits.
I think .. no, I am absolutely convinced that you have just nailed our mental muscle here Bella .. and that's no mean feat, I can tell ya ..
........................... Neville 🙂
Thank you dear Neville. So nice to share with one who uses that muscle so very well.
I like tongue in cheek, it's all a bit like hide and seek, you start searching for god knows what, then you can't remember what you sought.
You've given me the chuckle of the day, in fact it was hard to stop chuckling. How could you possibly know that I couldn't remember what I sought, amazing.
I was looking for the same thing. lol
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