To my friend with his brain in a jar

I’ve been a way from posting for a bit. Sorry – long story.. sort of.. that I may, but likely won’t get into. I decided to jump-start things by doing some blog surfing and when I get back to do some focused reading… well… a few things seem to be changing / brewing. And just like that, it worked! I’ve written the following poem based on a bit of that observation. I hope the two enjoy!

 

 

To my friend with his brain in a jar
You know who you are
I’m away for a bit and when I return
Seems your heart has started to yearn
For Blue skies

You’ve written of times you were sad and blue
Now it seems Blue is writing of you
A bit of a twist to a brain in a jar
But work it together
I think you’ll go far

For hers is a world where words are spoken
Posted on paper for the world to soak in
Where passion runs high
Feelings are deep
Sometimes you’ll laugh, other times weep

Think not about exes, their time is gone
Think not about worries, we all have some
Think not about thinking, just feel what you feel
On your Gone fishing trip
Just crank in the reel

Jump in, have a ball
Leave your brain in the jar
Throw your heart on the wall
Watch it fall
Watch it fall

It might burst with feeling, that’s good too
Let it slide down to where
She is waiting for you
In a pool of spilled words
From her heart to you

Take it fast
Take it slow
If the time is right
You’ll know
Let it flow

 

Stephen Kellogg – 2012