Michelle Morningstar Poet Ode

Ode To Thinking

My brain is awake even when I’m not.
My thoughts fly with memories sought.
Like an old-fashioned machine,
My thoughts are cranked out unseen.
Thoughts are birds upon my brain!
They drip, drop, pattering like rain.
Thoughts are sticky and stay stuck like glue.
Thinking is such a glorious thing to be able to do.

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Darlene De Beaulieu December 11, 2018 at 1:37 PM Hello Michelle, I do like this poem.We have our thoughts no matter what we are doing. Have a nice day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu December 15, 2018 at 6:49 PM Michelle, what is a brain class? Have a nice evening my friend. merry Christmas. Michelle Morningstar December 13, 2018 at 7:05 AM Thank you. I was teaching a brain class and this was my example for a student. I’m glad you like it!