For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #182
machine, flesh, tease, lotion, gimmick, hypnotizing,
lust, chickens, torture, uniform, liquor, brains, trains
And for Poets United poetry prompt: Poetry Pantry #222
Although often compared, the mind is not
a machine. It is flesh, a network of blood
cells and muscle.
Human brains are filled with trains of thought
that tease or torture, hypnotizing the individual
into often wasted hours of contemplation.
Add liquor as a soothing lotion and one may
easily get lost wandering winding paths
between love and lust, or worse.
Only periodically uniform, these thought
gimmicks can turn us into chickens, squawking
our fear about never truly understanding anything.
Elizabeth Crawford 10/12/14
Notes: Really didn’t like these words when I first saw them. They didn’t speak to me, only left a blank space. After sleeping on them, I thought I had caught a bit of a glimmer of something intelligible so started. Got to the third stanza and stalled again. Only words left were gimmick, chickens, and uniform. Where do you go with that? Decided to take a break and took a look at Facebook. This was the first post I encountered. Started laughing, came back and finished.
Have a wonderful day.