My brain is adamant
about not thinking
today. It has shrunk
to the size of one
cauliflower sprig. I
look out my classroom
window at the shrinking
snow and patient
trees but they offer
no inspiration. Even
the wind scurrying
through the woods,
playing hide and seek
with the dead leaves
offers nothing fresh.
I’d love to fabricate
a poem out of the ordinary
and the peculiar
like the messy pile
of Othello books
or the checkered pig
someone drew
and taped to my white
board. But, it’s
2:20 pm and almost time
to go home. The sun’s out
so I’ll take my tiny brain
for a walk to wake it up.
11 comments:
So well written, well done! :o)
Sheilagh Lee said that's the way I used to feel in school on awarm spring day when I just wanted to be outside.Wonderfully descriptive poem.
You've captured the non-thinking moment with a great deal of thought.
Nice one.
The delight in this poem is that you satisfy the prompt without apparently realizing it in your frustration and ineptness.
So you write a creative piece about not being able to be creative...quite a clever construct. Vb
'I'll take my brain for a walk to wake it up.'
I'll have to try that!!
Nicely Linda!!!
There's always something to capture..even apparent 'nothingness'..and a 'cauliflower sprig' is big-sized brain at the end of a working day filled with children! Jae;)
2:20pm - a great time to take a 'cauliflower sprig' brain for a walk. This is fantastic - I can definitely relate and can see the checkered pig stuck to the whiteboard.
what does your brain writes when its fully awake?
fantastic poem. :)
trisha
http://sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com/2011/04/08/the-visitor-for-3ww/
Well described, especially the image of your brain and the feelings that all that surrounds you isn't even inspiring you to write, I know those feelings.
This is great, the flow of thoughts (non-thinking?) and images; it's well-crafted. A delightful read.
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