~Uncooked Noodles

Raw thoughts,balking pen

Putting the lid over raw confused thoughts,
Pressurizing my cranium..
To cook grains of the valves,

Temperature elevates around
The stubborn syllables,
Sentences steam out in
Disjoint whistling phrases....

Uncovering the ever mysterious puzzle
With my balking pen..
Grimacing,i taste
My uncooked noodles....

Author's Note

I Thought of trying something different from my usual style. Hope you enjoy :)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

speaking of metaphors...this really "cooks"----pun intended.

love the title and how you bookend this poem by having it as a last line...

"grimacing"---one of my favorite words in the English language...

sometimes our thoughts just won't come to a boil, no matter how high we turn on the heat...the words won't come...yours do...nicely hear and come out tender and tasty.

[Sophy Freebirds]

This was cooked when i was suffering from writer's block :p... Glad you liked it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

best way to break through it is to write about it---always has worked for me.

[Sophy Freebirds]

It helped me too.... I guess :)..

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Always good to step out of our comfort zone. you did and your writing is still impressive… burning the brain with too many thoughts, yes been there, still do that.

[Sophy Freebirds]

Yeah. Still burning. Thank you Dale :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are welcome hon.

[emmajoy]

Maybe I shouldn't have smiled at the tone of your poem, but its clever use of language is light and imaginative. Of course we need recall and focus but most of all we need a scribble pad or a memory with a great filing system!

So enjoyed your words; will take them happy into my dreams. Thank you so much for sharing!

[Sophy Freebirds]

Wow.
.glad could provide you something to dream of.,.hah...thank you so much Emma :)

[Rene Salinas]

This is all based in time. Time is a difficult thing to permeate really. But when you go inside so to speak time is de - phased. We can't run away from the thing in us as something "cooks" we weaken as soemthing develops in this case within. Is it inside my head? I assume it to be connected to my brain the slwo simmering continues taking over deep beneath the me observing I look then through my eyes trying not to get caught in the well cooked lies.

No pudding in this menu?

Thankyou

[Sophy Freebirds]

Thank you for your thoughtful words :)

[A.D Edwards]

You know funny enough I fully grasp what your saying here, lovely poem

[Sophy Freebirds]

Gee.. glad you gripped the meaning :p. Will be coming for your works too

[A.D Edwards]

Haha indeed you're a born writer

[Shannon April Alice]

this is awesome. i love it, and i read it in my head as spoken word poem. lots of lyrical feelings to it.

[Sophy Freebirds]

Thank you Alice. Thrilled it could roll out of your tongue

[R Smith]

kinda weird Sophy, so its great!! I love weird, you cooked up a storm of words and boiled them into a poem, i bet those noodles taste great, well written :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

Wohooo.. thank you so much Richie :) i am thrilled you enjoyed

[R Smith]

your welcome Bluebird, more noodles please :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

They are being cooked. Will serve it ASAP.:)

[R Smith]

hope you got a long spoon haha

[Lydia Shutter]

Sometimes you need to think about a problem for a while to decide the best way to solve it. If a good phrase is jumping around in your brain, never throw it away. Write it down. There will come a time you will be able to use it in a poem. Good metaphor here, Sophy. I enjoyed this one. Lydi**

[Sophy Freebirds]

I am glad you did enjoy this one Lydi :). Thank you dear

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Ah, you'll get a tasty recipe out of that noodle yet. i enjoyed the metaphors. Nicely penned.

[Sophy Freebirds]

Thank you so much for your kind words :)