Brain Trust

I have two brains,

one housed in bone,

the other in nest of gut.

There are times they

cooperate, agree, 

but when they don’t

I’m left to decide

which one I trust.

My brain loves 

me to take a seat

in overthink, parade

scenarios, insist 

superiority, argues

logic should guide

every decision.

But my gut, my intuition,

my premonition, my compass

in what to do, avoid, give,

and deny has wisdom I don’t ignore.

My gut has been sending a lot

of messages these days.

The one in my skull is attempting

patience, but its bullishness

doesn’t care for overriding 

so, there are days I suffer its petulance. 

©Susie Clevenger 2025

NaPoWriMo  Day 17

 

Offer Me Bread and I'll Choose a Pen

There are ghosts in my brain

chasing thoughts from dark places,

plucking dandelion seeds

to harvest words from wild weed.

Devil’s in the ink…

God’s in the paper…

My poem-father is Poe,

my god-muse a raven.

Offer me bread and I’ll choose a pen.

Crumbs of wheat can’t take me

where black ink puddles lead.

©Susie Clevenger

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