Hello!
I got a nice, straightforward set of words from Textfixer today 🙂
It even threw in two words it had come up with on the first day of our Skye trip…
Casket Conscious Pipe Frustration Block Basic Disease Door Lemon
I bet:
Even when they toss me in my casket,
I’ll still be conscious on some level.
(Maybe I can buy one
They can pipe music into)
I’ll motionlessly writhe
In my eternal frustration
That even death can’t block:
My basic, whirring, disease.
If only there was a door I could close tight
Inside this lemon of a brain,
Without the absurd and fanciful
Finding a way to seep out!
Place notebooks in my grave,
Children.
Ones that I can etch upon
Through thought.
Not the cheeriest of topics, but one I am sure the creative/worrier types among my lovely readers can sympathise with!
I do love thinking about things, reading about a variety of topics and (obviously) writing my poems; but I lose a lot of sleep and downtime reliving unsettling conversations and scenarios from life when I’m meant to be relaxing. I can really be a pain in my own posterior!
Having said the above, I also live in fear of my memory deteriorating and me forgetting the things I haven’t committed to ink/print/film/tape/digital backup…or indeed the names of my children, or the voices of the people I’ve lost along the way.
Do you often feel that your brain is both a treasure and a curse?!
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