GREY MATTER MATTERS

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

22 thoughts on “GREY MATTER MATTERS

  1. 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.”

  2. 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!

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

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