My minds gone blank
I cannot think
I’m out of sync ...
An empty space
Not a trace
A vacuum clean
Things unseen
Missing link ...
Who are you
What to do
Where am I
A blind eye
What to think ...
Back to bed
Empty head
Drift away
Another day
On the brink...
GCP July 24
I agree with Alison. Poem dances along to a happy rhythm but look closely and you see fear and anxiety
I think the rhyme 'adds' to the poem, when my mind is custard, I cling to rhyme like a life-raft as it is easier to find the next 'stepping-stone'.of thought. Great poem graham.
The imagination behind your writing contrasts nicely with the theme.
I'd say you're wrong
It's not all gone
So don't despair
There's poetry there!
It bounces along with a rhythm that is at odds with the subject matter, then the use of the metaphor vaccume clean, an activity of mundane daily life being used to erase all that is important - so amy great nuances in this poem. Excellent -thank you