Words, Words , Words

Where would Blogland be without them? Yesterday morning, Poet in Residence was in playful mood, with ten non-words which he asked you to incorporate in your own 250 word tale, and I'm sure he'd be delighted if you decided to participate. Being a woman of very few words (am I kidding?) I only managed a sixty four word offering, which was so short I merely left them as a comment.

But with words on my mind as a subject, here's a selection of them, rearranged into a poem, this damp and dismal Sunday.

More Of The Same

All words are recycled.

They never wear out,
but sometimes we wonder
what they are about.

The mind of the writer
always has its own view,
but it may not be what
those same words mean to you.

For experience alters
the links that we make
through our synaptic sparks,
and the routes that they take.

A brain's a computer
of unrivalled design,
for it keeps body running
as well as the mind...

And to round off the day, here's a Paint doodle that I called "Circuitry", for it reminded me of the convoluted way our minds make and store memories.