i was sure i had
a purpose
why else - in the kitchen
numbers on my hand the winning ones?
was i about to call
the hotline...
get this whole thing straightened
out - no that was it - the measurements
to build a bird bath out
beside the patio
my wife had asked me
when that was
when was that...
when
it mattered if i made her happy
but that’s lost
like last month’s roast
behind the fridge, the ones before that
ah, so here’s the combination
for the kitchen sink - no safe, no wait...
maybe i should try
up in the bedroom
with the prompt 'Fart'. We all get ones of the brain variety on ocassion...This is my third entry to the daily freewrite project hosted by @mariannewest,
Love this poem. I like the use of form!
Thanks Janelle, yes I thought it would suit the scatter brained musings quite well :)
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STOPWow, that was a totally different freewrite from what I usually see, and I like it! Especially with the fine print about the brain fart, at the bottom.
Cheers for stopping by - glad you liked it :)
that was sure an interesting brain fart!!
Haha, thank you Marianne!
A very interesting take on the prompt. Nicely done!
It’s Wednesday so it’s myself with your challenge for today:
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-174-5-minute-freewrite-wednesday-prompt-vandals
I LOVE this. The simplicity of it. Using a daily gesture to underline the tragedy we all face with age. I'm very into shaped-poetry too and this represents perfectly a troubled soul. Then again, I've seen it in my family and I'm particularly sensible to this matter. Just keep your magic going on mate :)
Thank you so much - I really needed this comment right about now haha. My family also has a long and fairly troubling history...
I have lost my grandmother to Alzheimer and we were very close. She was a painter, and her painting would become darker and darker, expressing the evolution of the disease. I'm glad my comment has helped you, you're still my favorite poet around here, innit :p
Mine was recently diagnosed with Dementia, it runs on her side apparently. That must have been so sad to see it expressed like that, though, I suppose, good that she had some way of letting it out.
Cheeky bugger hahaha.
The most beautiful part was that she always denied being ill. And one day, we found a letter where she tells us the truth. She has been aware all along of her condition. It's a beautiful letter full of light, of love when her paintings have turned black and desperate. (P.S. : yeah I had to tease you, you Albion traitor :p)
I love this! Especially how one line leads to another through form and words. It really brings out the thought process and how we jump from one thought to another. I sometimes start with one thing and start thinking about something else, and when I retrace how I got there, I'm usually amazed at how the smallest of things trigger different thoughts!
I especially like these lines:
Thank you! I'm so glad that came across for you :) The paths our thoughts take... always an eternal mystery for me, and one deserving of exploration.
Your poem made it into this digest :)
https://steemit.com/freewritepoetrydigest/@freewritehouse/poetry-digest-sunday-4-15-2018
Awesome, thank you so much!
You are welcome!!