A place for everything,
for everything, a place,
but under the stairs,
it’s a mind-trash space –
memories secreted in dark, spidered nooks,
neurons rutted like well-thumbed books,
moody film-noir dendritic ends,
space-junk synapses, axonic strands,
dust-choked engrams, dreams, nightmares –
time to springclean under the stairs.
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Ah..but those areas of the mind aways seem to have a few hiddent dust bunnies that cannot be cleaned…enjoyed this one.
So true, Charles – I have some very stubborn bunnies, indeed 🙂
I like this alot! Imaginative and pulls out all the stops. Love “time to spring clean under the stairs”. Awesome!
Thanks, Renee 🙂 Do you think there’s chance that springcleaning parties would take off? 😉
Wonderful, love the dendritic ends 🙂
haha – thanks, Cin. Mine could do with some rewriting 😉
Oh. BB, HAHA! – If I had a pound for every space like that, I would be a very rich man.
I built a cupboard under our stairs, but it is not quite such a rats’ nest as some of my other places! But how many chords you struck with me.
Your reaction has given me a good chuckle 😀 I’m glad I’m not alone. Thanks, John
hmm the brain…its helps at times and then it doesnt!
great poem bluebee, it was really good!!!
Thanks, Eva – mine needs going over with a high pressure hose at the moment 😀
Wonderful poem, BB! I hung on every dentritic synapse. 😀
haha – hope you wielded your feather-duster as you trapezed by 😀 Thanks, Nancy
Lovely – and a great reminder – my cupboard under the stairs currently has a recycled bag mountain range – good reminder to do some sorting 🙂
Thanks, Nicola – “do some sorting” sounds so easy, doesn’t it? 😉
Rutted neurons – that’s just what it feels like! I guess spring in Australia is a time of great creativity and productivity – you are simply popping with ideas. Love this poem and the image.
Thanks, Monica 😀 That image of my brain gives no clue as to the clutter that lies within – the mind is a complete mystery. I’ve just finished ‘The Sense of an Ending’ by Julian Barnes, and in it the protagonist talks about how, suddenly, after years of living with a stable set of memories, new ones or new details start to pop up, a phenomenon that is instanly recognisable to me. Time, it seems, can have the opposite effect of making one forget.
That is quite fascinating, Bluebee, and something I haven’t experienced. Like synesthesia, I would love to.
It seems to happen when emerging from periods of extreme stress
Love it! Cognitions have a nasty habit of slipping back into the well worn tracks.
That they do, Gabe. Thanks 🙂
I hate that job…spiders.
hehe – yes, and have you seen the ones we get here?! Good reason to keep that cupboard door firmly shut 😉
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Thank you for this award, Amira 🙂
Aw, fab, BB! My very favourite kind of spring clean: our mind is such a miracle, it deserves a little attention. Your turn of phrase is just superlative.
Thanks, Kate 😀
wonderful BB, my lovely son has been the best broom ever!
Ah, yes, Graham – no doubt, he brings a wonderful new perspective on the world 🙂
Another classic. I think we all need a bit of spring cleaning from time to time!
Thanks, Edward – that we do 🙂
ooh! i like this one. great twist.
haha – one for you to tackle, Doc 😀
Enjoyed! A world encapsulated
Thanks, Jan – encapsulated it is – a bit too hermetically 😉
Simply marvellous post, Bb! I wish I had a under-the-stairs room, lol! With me it’s out of sight, out of mind!
I love your comment, Adee – “out of sight, out of mind” – if only I could practice that! 😀
A beautiful work in its dark, gnarly detail! I like this one, Bluebee.
‘Gnarly’ is so apt!