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Between poems
I‘m unthinking,
unblinking
my sugar levels slowly sinking

My vacuous face
stares into space
My head in some other worldly place.

My cranium
a vac u um.
The intellect of a geranium.

Bored
slack jawed
but not ignored,

‘Is he dead?’ they prod
‘It’s very odd,
he’s mad you know, the daft old sod.’

So I lie rusting,
requiring dusting.
My lack of movement record busting

Then the muse descends
and the blankness ends
all hell’s let loose
like a rampant moose!
or a frenzied goose!
or a careless Scotchman’s burning hoose*

I bustle
and hustle
nimbly flex my thinking muscle.
Words jostle, rhymes tussle.
‘Pick me’ they plead
‘I’m just what you need’
‘Sorry rhyme,
not this time,’
I firmly say
if it looks like things ain’t going that way
(my replies often terse
when I’m doing a verse)

Then it’s done
my fleeting fun.
and I wave farewell to a departing son.
Alone amongst the surplus crumbs,
I’m blank again ‘til the next one comes.








* he left the gas on


 

Topical goodness, as usual.


T

Such fun to come and see one of your poems. Thanks for sharing. 
 

HEIDI!!! So much fun to plan to comment on Dylan's poem and find you here!! Will you be joining us for NaPo?

Dylan, excuse the hijack:

My cranium
a vac u um.

The intellect of a geranium.

I love this: not only does the plant species name work amazingly well, as a California dweller where geraniums are taking over the state, blooming mindlessly, edging out the tender pansies they are a perfect analogy for virus brain.