Poetry – The Tumble Drier – a humorous poem about the world within our heads.

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The Tumble Drier

I’m not sure if the humour comes across enough in this. I’m a bit too close.

I liked the idea of my mind being like a tumble drier with scintillating thoughts as bright sparks being swept around and joining in new ways. I liked the idea of them chuckling and being naughty. I liked the idea that when you get them to slow down enough to make into words you can never fully capture their brilliance. The black and white symbols are so much less than the brilliant flashes.

If only I could encapsulate the firework display inside my skull and translate them into symbols that glittered and spat their sparkly fire.

I’d change the world.


The Tumble Drier

There’s a tumble drier churning in my head.

It’s tumbling the sparks that are my ideas.

If there was a window in my skull you’d see

Blue and yellow electric flashes of electricity

Spinning,

Falling,

Endlessly,

Like the swirling of the sea.

 

They swirl and flash

As on my skull they bash

Knocking sense

Into my brain

So dense

That it feels

No pain.

 

It’s a washing machine

Geared to cleaning up the sparks

So that they can see

To join themselves

For further larks.

 

As they tumble through the space inside my head

They chuckle as they fall

And join together in endless new ways

Like children giggling in a school.

 

I have to capture them

And make them stand still

So I can record in symbols

And get my fill.

 

Sometimes they spin like a hurricane

And light up my eyes with an inner firework display,

Generating emotions and dreams, anger and fury,

And conjure up dragons to slay.

 

These are those bright sparks

Reduced to black and white

No longer shiny bright

But still lighting up the dark

And sometimes giving me a fright.

 

There’s a tumble drier churning in my head.

It’s tumbling the sparks that are my ideas.

If there was a window in my skull you’d see

Blue and yellow electric flashes of electricity

Spinning,

Falling,

Endlessly,

Like the swirling of the sea.

 

Opher 5.9.2015

13 thoughts on “Poetry – The Tumble Drier – a humorous poem about the world within our heads.

  1. GREAT metaphor for my brain too, Opher. Loved this poem – well done! We have to see the humor or we’d cry ourselves to sleep, right? At least I would – lol.
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
    ADD/EFD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

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