Brain Poem by Leslie Ching

Brain

Rating: 4.5


Yesterday I lost my mind
It must've flew away
Although I searched, I couldn't find
Any trace of it today-

For this squirmy thing they call a brain
I had search up high, down low
But without thought, it was in vain-
What would a body know?

I peeked around the corner
Of my science classroom here
What I saw made me much paler-
I cringed in disgust and fear-

For sitting in a jar right there
Was that thing they called a brain
To face the truth, I didn't dare-
My own mind, oh there it'd lain!

It was pickled in green water
It'd been inspected through and through
It'd been boiled, hotter, hotter,
It'd been carefully dissected too-

And on that shelf, just out of reach
It lazily sat, stared down
My fury rose, my fingers each
I flexed with cracking sounds-

In my rage, I threw a nice big book
At it, fell with a boom
I stomped over to take a look-
Sadly, my mind was ruined.

**Inspired by uninspiration-if you know what I mean by that.**

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
alex waters 24 February 2009

This is a very excellent write leslie. when you can't think of anything to write about, write about it. a most clever way to approach it. i give you a ten and a tipped hat

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Barry A. Lanier 22 February 2009

Very creative and pulling together a thought with an actual event that most of can relate to....I could see the pickled specimen in the jar and smell the formaldehyde or embalming fluid, , , , , ,

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