'Gymnastics' - a Poem - Freewrite #3
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...
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!!