Head Household

Brain in Bed (With Dog)

Head Household

My home
is mottled grey; perhaps red/blue would
be better, chambered
rather than lobed–no matter–

Furnishings fuzz
to buzz; occupants (increasingly
occluded) defy
vacancies, sparks fry blinds that tilt
over streaked glass; you try
to knock, I don’t
always answer, rooms fold in
on themselves.

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This is a very rough draft poem for Real Toads “words matter” (i.e. keep it short) challenge hosted by Mama Zen to write about a toad’s house.  (Toad as in writing participant.)

I am in the midst of moving; much was placed and transported today in an extremely cold truck.   I’m sorry to be slow in responding to people – I wrote this poem, more or less, while standing in the truck bed, guarding stuff.   A reposting of picture too – brain in bed with Pearl!  Not really suited for poem – but really, how often can you post a brain in bed!?  (I am writing of the metaphorical little grey cells = yes, I understand they are pink in pic.)

Note that I’ve edited since first posting.

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20 Comments on “Head Household”

  1. brian miller Says:

    ha…sometimes bed is good for the brain you know…smiles…and good job using your time on the truckbed…some nice flow to this…like the occupants occluded…and the rooms folding in on themselves…which i am sure is a true feeling in the moment for you as well…also find the not answering the knocks interesting as well…

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Brian, you are amazing! I don’t know how you manage to comment so widely and so generously but you do. And to maintain your full writing and family life! Thanks for all you do. K.

  2. Mama Zen Says:

    This is such a smart write! I truly wish that I had thought of this.


  3. You wrote this while standing in a truck? Shoot I am warm and cozy at my computer and mine couldn’t touch this one….My brain never gets much rest…lol


  4. Rooms folding, no-matter. . . nice puns, nice work.

  5. Jamie Dedes Says:

    I detest moving and impressed that you were able to get a poem out – interesting one too – in the midst of that.

    It’s probably about time I put my brain to bed …


  6. rooms fold in on.themselves – sounds suffocating


  7. “chambered
    rather than lobed”

    I loved that. It’s the type of detail that makes poetry what it is, a beautiful art form. Good luck with the moving.

    Greetings from London.

  8. Judy Roney Says:

    OMG, can I ever see this scene from my previous experiences in moving (often). LIfe will steady and become upright. In the meantime, what a good poem you have for your trouble. I felt dicombulated just reading it. 🙂


  9. Ooo…I don’t envy you…sorry you’re in the midst of all of this.

    I love your picture and actually I relate…lots of colds around here and I’ve been hunkering down in bed earlier and earlier each night. Feels more like home there than any where right now.

    I love your take, Karen…

    Especially your close:

    ” you try
    to knock, I don’t
    always answer, rooms fold in
    on themselves.”

    The idea of not always answering…I like that!


  10. This is excellent – living inside one’s own head, and not always letting others in is something I can relate to – also the bed (with dog) in your picture would suit my tired brain just fine.

  11. hedgewitch Says:

    Yes, the brain in bed illustration has to be used while it can–and a very good, short, spur of the moment poem–I found mine over-worked and too rhymey, so took it down, but yours is succinct and sharp as a scalpel-[-hopefully not one approaching too close to either Pearl or the little grey(pink)cells.] Moving is really really tiring–hope you will have it knocked out soon, k.

  12. othermary Says:

    Oh I love where you went with this prompt! And I wish I felt at home in my own head! And…(so much to love here) I also love that you have included the dog in your image.

  13. Marian Says:

    i like “occluded occupants.”

  14. Helen Dehner Says:

    Love the artwork! And the poem. Occluded occupants ~ great words. Good luck with the move ~ cold weather is not your friend!

  15. janehewey Says:

    I thought I’d left a comment here yesterday. hmm maybe the zombies ate it when they came for the brains in your bed. the relationship with brain to home to just-a-hint-of insanity… is tight. tightly folded, even. I admire how this comes across so easily and yet is full of sounds and gestures. most excellent.

  16. lucychilil Says:

    good luck with the moving and well done on posting in the middle of it =) a brain in bed is sweet.


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