My cranium, once cavernous, is filled with such minutia, with words that flatter, my grey matter has turned the boldest fuchsia. And life events have taken space reserved for all my musing, I hate when they get in my face, and not through my own choosing. Those grand ideas that haven’t hatched will find a way to haunt me, they all look good on paper, but in action, are just daunting.
Events that hold a special spot, retained through repetition, birthdays, anniversaries, and the lot; to forget one is sedition. My head’s all clogged from writing blogs, my thoughts are one big jumble, if I would speak my mind out loud, I’d probably only mumble. Clarity has flown the coop, my logic’s hard to follow,
I get so flustered I could spit, but you’ll find that hard to swallow.
And TV is a mindless task, I’m not the biggest viewer, I’d put my mind up on e-bay and find me something newer. I think out loud, an endless drone, the humming starts to bug me, I wish that I could find a way, for someone to unplug me.
Grey silhouette stands
against the barren tree branch
thoughts take flight like birds
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2018
dVerse Poets Pub – Beauty/Misery of Grey Haibun
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
We do put a lot of demands on that grey matter… but maybe the alternative is more frightening.
All the things we try to fill our worlds with and make a beautiful, justified representation of colorful life… And then what happens but repetition and routine, remorse when we can’t grasp those colors. Your haibun reminds me of one of my favorite songs by Dave Matthews Band, ‘Grey Street’. Part of the refrain goes,
“And all the colors mix together
To grey
And it breaks her heart.”
Very clever! I found myself reading this in rhythm before I even noticed the rhymes!
The same thing happened to me!
Shows the poem worked 🙂
Those opening words ‘My cranium, once cavernous, is filled with such minutia’ hooked me, Walter. As I added to Jane’s comment, the rhythm and rhymes made me read your haibun aloud. I love the flatter/grey matter and musing/choosing rhymes. And I love the sentence:’My head’s all clogged from writing blogs, my thoughts are one big jumble, if I would speak my mind out loud, I’d probably only mumble’. Not forgetting the the silhouette and bird haiku!
What a lovely haiku! And the contrast between the wry humour of the prose (only just prose, though…) and then that porcelain haiku, clean and delicate. Lovely.
The quietness of the haiku is a wonderful contrast to the busyness of the haibun. The rhymes flow seamlessly. It has a great rhythm to me. I learned a long time ago how to shut off the noise within. I love: I get so flustered I could spit, but you’ll find that hard to swallow.- this made me laugh out loud. Excellent.
(grinning)…. Love this. By golly, so jolly!
I love the subtle rhyming in your humorous self-analysis. What a fun read!
I think there are occasions when I wish I could unplug my brain as sometimes it feels like a freight train is rolling inside.
Enjoy that “hidden” rhyme and the busyness of the haibun and the stillness of the haiku.
Nice meter and rhyme. The spit would be hard to swallow.
Laugh-outloud great: My head’s all clogged from writing blogs, my thoughts are one big jumble, if I would speak my mind out loud, I’d probably only mumble. Clarity has flown the coop, my logic’s hard to follow,
I get so flustered I could spit, but you’ll find that hard to swallow. I may “re-blog” when I learn the new procedure.
Minutia/fuchsia! OMG, this is the best. 🙂
I nodded in complete understanding of everything you said – rhythmically! Loved the haiku – a moment’s clarity in the jumble – what haiku is about I think.
A beautiful composition. Poetry throughout! You use of spit and swallow in the same line was a nice touch! Hope the plug does not get pulled too soon!
Dwight
Your words are like liquid velvet inching across my screen. Love it!😊
Thoughts are just like that! Buzz buzz buzz.
I too enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme. (K)
Forgot what I was going to say; my thoughts took off like birds…
oh the rhythm and the rhyme. i was lost in the grey world you painted.
Wonderful humorous rhyme and so true…not sure it’s a haibun but I’m a bit confused myself!