Friday, April 21, 2006

Brain Waders

I use hip waders
to wander around my brain.
Some people have cluttered attics
with cobwebs stretching
from lost memories,
to frenzied forays looking where.
Mine’s a swampy bog
with gray-beard moss and
slithering thoughts,
nestled in the tangled essence
of a miasmic fog.
It’s not so bad
being lost
in black-water silence,
as long as you know
to walk around the holes.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

10 comments:

Aurora said...

I know the feeling, Bruce - err, I mean, PAT. Yeah, PAT. Good write.:)

steve said...

somehow this scene gets a bottle-neck slide guitar blues tune going in my mind:

"I use hip waders
(to) wander 'round my brain;
'f I don't fall into a hole,
I won't feel any pain..."

polona said...

i kind of like swamps... well done!

Poetry by Kai said...

i like that one

temppixie said...

Really struck a note for me. Just moving house so packing up my belongings and memories, and moving on. ( keeping an eye out for
those holes!

Masago said...

This is just too "funny"!

floots said...

love the brain waders notion
good idea
trouble is i got a swiss cheese brain
holes everywhere
(hope steve's not a purist cos i gotta put some flute in when we play brainwader blues) :)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Love that interesting (maybe a little frightening) dark water. The metaphores lurking here are most intriguing. And holes, well what can I say! Great job!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I fell in the hole years ago ---

Eric said...

this is awesome.