brain chatter

I wrote this 6 yrs ago--a month after that BRAIN THING and unpublished it rather quickly as I thought then it underscored my damaged self. But now I see it as I was simply vulnerable and a bit undone.

And the buzzer stabbed the silence

with impunity

without apology

without malice

but simply whispered

of corrections to her tomorrows as fragile as rice paper

 

Limbs detached and free-floating

bounced off hard surfaces of institutional floors

and walls drawn in geometric absolutes

impervious to mathematical tantrums in defiance of bed rails and punitive alarms . . .

 

And at a most inconvenient time,

 

she screamed

 

 

And the stars danced and swayed

to the silent parade

And her mind sang along

out of tune

 

Pretty scars and blue bruises decorated,

        mitigated

sunsets not meant for her own

bare feet running away with the moon

 

And as the sycamore sheds its bark

     roots nailed to the solitary landscape of all

that should be naught,

her distemper falls on the window sill

measuring absences

against her own flinty fingers.

 

  Space-time is such a simple existence ~ without evolution, alteration, alliteration or tactile differentiation; a continuous line of varying coordinates I can splice here and here to isolate the place, the size and duration of that one.single.event in a four-dimensional continuum of catastrophic occurrance.

 

and i’m breathing the rain.  perplexing, overcrowded. and in light of the puzzlers and posers, wingnuts and flywheels, i can’t metabolize the colours blotching my cheeks, staining concrete beneath wiggly toes catching in the cracks and folds

behind my back.

 

But I Am Here.  Untime. or not.  with and without broken branches pestering the birds, kissing possibilities kept in my pocket, tasting of silky chest.hair, peach iced tea and cigar smoke. . .

 

  

Particles of missing me,

impossible sunsets, dandelion fluffs

and Sunday grins

sashay

across desert sand

leaving behind

my day before.

Reviews

[Seriana]

(((Hugs))) Even that "bran thing" can't get in the way of your brilliance. We all may not be celebrities in the way of the media, but quiet celebrities, broken celebrities in our own little spaces. Our spaces are our own, shattered and messy, but comforting and kind. The world may have thrown curveballs our way, at times. But it is in writing such as this, my dear friend, that I see PILLARS of strength. And it is YOU I look up to far more than any celebrity I see plastered online. You're amazing and wonderful and beautiful. And this piece blows me away. Perhaps because I know the "why" behind and I know you. But even so, it doesn't take rocket scientist to know that there is strength behind the pain here, tenderness behind the frustration. So glad I came upon this in the morn. xoxoxoxo

[J]

ahh my sweet Lovely, you have surely splurged with your gracious words of praise to those addled meanderings thru God knows not what misfiring neurons created this .... ummmm .... ode to an unknown landscape I hope to NEVER revisit. Rereading this piece reminds me to be duly grateful for my few remaining brain cells! You tackled a toughie with such sensitivity, acuity and lovingness [new word] that completely blows ME AWAY! Thank you, dear friend. xxxxxooooo

[SkinlessFrank]

Oh what a dancing-dark sea shanty to mortality, as only you can sing.

D

[J]

well lookit choo! 'ello my friend! long time . . . .! you know how much I love those dancing dark things! you too if I remember! lol thank you for leaving your abiding thoughts. xx

[*** Hey Jude***]

Logic found in discomfort. An amazing write that gives pause for thought! I find inspiration in your words. Reminding after each struggle in life comes jubilation!
Keep riding each "wave of life" with the fortitude held within your Spirit!
Enjoyed this read! ~♥ xx

[J]

thank you for your lovely thoughts, jude. sending loves ......

[Wakeofahero]

Intriguing really. The human mind is so vast that you cannot begin to understand its potential. The daily tasks your mind performs is astounding to that of which you cannot keep up, I feel as you've touched base on the topic with these words. Well done, only compliments here.

[J]

very inclined to agree, wake. the myriad tasks we complete every minute go largely unnoticed and taken for granted. it is when things go haywire that we wake up to the magnificence that is the brain -- quite humbling, actually.

thank you so much for your introspective comments. :)

[MOON]

Goodness glad I stumbled on this poignant emotional write . The pain of loosing it all and finding a ray of light exquisitely told.

[J]

many thank yous for your intuitive regard! very kind of you to visit, moon. :)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

makes perfect sense to me~ from the variants to the bare bone spikes of the mythos of people made of surreal patchworks~ thank you for the ride through sideways lands of lovely gray matter~

[J]

[haha! - only another woman] masterful synopsis of the brain's ability to present its reality in the wobbly language of the conscious. thank you for stopping by, celene, and leaving your singular, succinct thoughts.

[Bewitching Sensations]

Interesting.. very differant :)

[J]

thanks, i think .....

[Bewitching Sensations]

no its very good :))))

[J]

[smiles] thank you muchly. :)

[Forest Green]

Time gets jangled by the brittle links to our nature and thoughts become lofty in waves like a tempest. One wants freedom from these gravity-fed limits; one wants an avenue where only gravel roads exist. And then the sun charges a memory-bank somewhere in the mind and a rose-fed path winds before the travel-tempered feet. Then off into the low-hanging clouds of pleasance, where one finds a campfire flickering and a mood from then lingering and all is peaceful once again.

This poem is loaded with melodies and arias and harmony...

[J]

sensitive insight into a collection of scrambled thoughts, sensations and emotions. i believe we do strive toward harmony no matter the degree of disruption to the status quo. thank you for your singular perception and ability to sidestep the obvious and realize the heart within the bewilderness. muchly appreciate your time, thoughtfulness and unique perspective :)

[Forest Green]

You are welcome..:)

[emmajoy]

'BUT I AM HERE .. But i am here. untime. or not. with and without your broken branches pestering the birds, kissing possibilities kept in your pocket, tasting of silky chest.hair, peach iced tea and cigar smoke.'

Why oh why aren't more people reading your exquisite writing!

[J]

methinks mefriend is up to mischief ...... :)

[emmajoy]

Only could be written by you ..' But i am here. untime. or not. with and without your broken branches pestering the birds, kissing possibilities kept in your pocket, tasting of silky chest.hair, peach iced tea and cigar smoke.'

Whatever, whichever, woman shouts defiance with phrases formed and words threaded on strong thread .. no matter this or that, long live the poetess who knows which path to tread. Destination pending .. love transcending, dear friend.