Day 5 of my WP poetry course and I am suffering badly with the mother of all flus and a cough that won’t quit.
My head is a mess of jumbled gibberish. I can barely form a coherent thought. I want to go back to bed and die.
No worries then! (yep sarcasm rears its ugly head!)
I thought I might as well embrace the fact my poor little brain is muddled and write about the fog inside my flu-filled head. Elegy is definitely not my usual style and I did find this exercise a challenging one… but that is why I signed up, to be stretched out of my comfort zone!
I have to say, kudos to Ben Huberman, this course has been some of the best fun I’ve had in a while!
Here we go, I offer you my very, very humble elegy to brain fog!
Murky muddled mess of mixed up emotions
Ideas, thoughts, confusions and notions,
I struggle to make any sense from this smog,
I cannot find my way through this fucking brain fog!
Thick, sticky peasoup, brainstew, in my head…
I fear that all hope for mental clarity… is dead.
As usual, I am not very pleased with my result, but as I feel so dreadful today I went with the “fuck it, it’ll do!” philosophy…
Feedback people… always welcome!
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