
Impressed upon
My senses
Narrow notions
Somehow innate
John Locke says
Once I was
A blank slate
We know now
This to be false
But I like
The idea
Clean wax tablet
On carving’s cusp
Ready to
Take note
New words
Kind touches
Building a cosmos
Founded upon
Sensation and reflection
Making sense of
Everything perceived
A gift I am
Ready to accept
Knowing for a
While now
This brain is
Wired differently
First I reflect
Then I feel
Learning science’s
Language
Like the infant
I once was
Only now do I see
Growth gained
Brain chugging
Digesting statistics
Painfully absorbed
Akin to
Eating liver
Nourishing, but
Absolutely awful
The Greeks believed
This organ served
As the seat
Of the soul
Passion, feeling
Iron enriched blood
Pulsing into
Head, heart
Waning anemia
Yields to
Reason, wisdom
So soft, one
Such as I
Finding confidence
Strength and courage
Performing experiments
Citing research
My only
Innate function
Not learned
But built-in
Desire to live
Thrive within
Constraints of
Mortal span
I will construct
A palace of
Mirrors
Reflecting all
Visages, expressions
Anchored by
These years of
University
Never once
Taken for granted
Every class
Earned through
Determined will
Tenacious teeth
Tearing into
Tough tissue
See my foundation
No longer rickety
With ignorance, fear
Solidly settled
Stone blocks
Of a life
Being lived
To the max
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (1)
This is absolutely awesome, Aspen! I love everything about it. Your analogy about liver; what the Greeks believed about the seat of the soul; a palace of mirrors. So much poignant imagery/energy here. I love the form. I love the way you break it down, with so few words, and some lines that are a single word. It adds to the weight. It's like a sinking feeling as you scroll. This hits especially hard for me👉 <<Knowing for a While now This brain is Wired differently First I reflect Then I feel >> I can relate so relate to this. I turned 65 this week. When I was 59, I started having epileptic seizures that destroyed my cognition, my memory, and also my self-confidence and sense of identity. Getting on the right regiment of drugs to control the seizures took a few years and each mixture of drugs had different side effects. I finally got on a mix that seemed to prevent most of the seizures... ... but it seemed to 'amp' my emotions. Then, after thinking my emotions were 'amped', which is why I have terrible mood swings, from euphoria to rage and down to depression, I sought out more help and learned I've been bipolar all my life. I'm an oddball on top of my condition(s). My brain is wired differently too. I'm fascinated by the idea of thinking before feeling too. I don't know if that fits me or not. It's something I want to reflect on. I'm very emotional at this stage in my life but a lot of that is because I've experienced a lot of loss. I have no family left alive. I'm Aquarius, though, and I fit that: aloof, supposedly. I am unpredictable. But I just over-analyze something fierce. I feel and then can't stop thinking about it. But, I am home alone most of the time so I do have a lot of thinking time. I just love this poem. I also think you make a really talented choice here in your title... because it's fairly deep into the poem before we learn the significance of the title. And personally, I'm very impressed when a one-word title hits with such impact. You're a wonderful poet! ⚡💙 Bill⚡