They call it “brain fog”

A bundle of words in my pocket
I used to wield them well
Now there’s a hole in the fabric
My sentences all gone to hell
I shake my head as if it helps
My hand upon my brow
I press and squirm
But the slippery worm
on my tongue tip slips away somehow

It isn’t the quantity in this life
it’s precision that appeals
I long for rest
at life’s comforting breast
And the peace that truly heals
I never seem to find the time
Or perhaps I just forgot
It’s not that I’m getting older
I just seem to have lost the plot

— Cloudthings, Jun 17, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Australia, regional Victoria, AUS

Favorite Poets: So many... Rumi, Spike Milligan, Keats. Many of the Neopoet clan, past & present. A myriad of song writers, Dylan, Jackson Browne, Lior, & I must add the poetic influence of painters, sculptors & creators across the world... Life really, especially the sky.

Critiques

Ravenshakti

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Anni...

No foggy feeling comes from this poem...and I know the feeling! Your voice here, is crystal clear, lovely and sweet... I very much enjoyed your poem, Anni... Gentle regards, and many Bright Weavings. Raven

professor

15 years 11 months ago

Dearest Anni

Its been a long time, but I could not resist putting in my two pence on this one. You know I'm an inveterate smooth rhymester so the version below you might consider trips off that dulcet tongue with just a few more bells on it lol. Tell me whats going on if you get time. Plenty of BWs, Keith A bundle of words in my pocket I used to wield them so well Now there’s a hole in the fabric My sentences all gone to hell. I'm shaking my head like its helping, My hand upon my brow, I press and I squirm But the slippery worm slides off my tongue-tip somehow. It isn’t quantity in life but precision that appeals, I long for a rest at life’s comforting breast And the peace that truly heals I never seem to find the time, Or perhaps I just forgot. It’s not that I’m getting older I just seem to have lost the plot.

Candlewitch

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Anni

Very clever and witty. It is so very good to see you posting again! Always, Cat

Nordic cloud

15 years 11 months ago

Hello Anni me gal, don't worry you haven't lost it!

Ann of Norway Dearest Anni, don't worry you haven't lost IT!! You can still weave a yarn in poetry well, I can tell. I did however agree with the Professor too, don't you? I give it full house however for your endeavour My Anni at home. Love Annushka.