Here’s The Thing About the Brain


Here’s The Thing About the Brain

Here’s the thing about the brain–
it gives you no free lunch;
sorrow’s bunched
with the teeming new–askew,
but there it mews,
and when, and after,
you pull out this, that and the other,
it spins from under cover,
and you, who have opened every fence
to let in the green you’ve culled,
are pulled
into some corded stem,
that knows in all its DNA
the lay of primordial muck,
but has not yet learned
to crawl.

Draft poem just because (without a prompt.)  Pic is an old one of mine. 

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6 Comments on “Here’s The Thing About the Brain”

  1. hedgewitch Says:

    Ha! That is for the picture (the bed reminds me of Van Gogh’s in his bedroom paintings)–the poem is not so light or so frivolous, for it deals with how it isn’t really as much of a choice as we think, what occupies our ‘little grey cells.’ Loved it, k. Always good to post unprompted.

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      I am “ha”ing over picture too. I have always liked that one; it is an old one I’ve recycled, from when I used to do them with colored pencils, I think. I should do fresh ones probably, but I find I have a fairly big assortment at this point, and my poems probably run in similar cycles so there is usually something, even if not quite right.

      Hope all well. k.

      On Mon, Feb 1, 2016 at 7:57 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:


    • ManicDdaily Says:

      It is a rather serious poem. I was thinking I should put “to f-ing crawl” but was a little shy about going in that direction; still would give it more force I think. I would use “f-ing” not the real word, but I think the rhyme would resonate silently. k.

      On Mon, Feb 1, 2016 at 7:57 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:


  2. Sherry Marr Says:

    I love “sorrow’s bunched”. Love the wordplay in this, very cool to read. I, too, love the bed! I am a big fan of beds these days!

  3. M Says:

    and of course I read it “about the rain”, without the B, because, well, I’ve been without a brain for a few months now. the rough hew is done, though, for a while… ~

  4. Here’s a thing about the brain. It can make you meander and wander off on weird and unusual excursions. Like those where you get into the inside of a poem and find it beautiful and whimsical at the same time. 🙂 Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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