Ode to My Brain

Bella Shepard

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 12th, 2022 14:04
  • 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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  • Views: 37
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  • Doggerel Dave

    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.

    • Bella Shepard

      Thank you so much dear friend. Too often I think we don't give the old noggin enough credit

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good words Bella, the brain is the functioning of each of our bodies.

      Andy

      • Bella Shepard

        Thank you my friend, where would we be without it?

      • orchidee

        Urgh! I don't feel well - gelatinous goo.
        What brain? I say to myself - all 3 brain cells of mine are there though! heehee.

        • Bella Shepard

          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.

          • orchidee

            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

            • Bella Shepard

              Chuckle!!!

            • sorenbarrett

              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?

              • Bella Shepard

                Thank you so much dear friend for your kind comments. So wonderful to share those feelings with such kindred spirits.

              • Neville



                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 🙂

                • Bella Shepard

                  Thank you dear Neville. So nice to share with one who uses that muscle so very well.

                • Paul Bell

                  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.

                  • Bella Shepard

                    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.

                    • Paul Bell

                      I was looking for the same thing. lol



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