Grammarlanche (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I keep finding myself-

Crashed in this

Thoughtless thought of thoughtlessness.

Perhaps if I’d thought less,

Eased my brain of the stress,

Things wouldn’t have come to this.

I’m thinking of words;

Words I can craft into phrases,

Phrases I can craft into metaphor,

And just when I thought I had it all together-

My mind freezes!

And I haven’t anything to blame the weather for,

Yet the thoughtless thoughts come crashing down further

In a catastrophic


I’m looking for links;

Links I can wove into fibers,

Fibers I can use to bridge

Into the hearts of my readers-

But then oh my,

London bridge comes falling down,

And I’m back to where it all began,

in thoughtless town.

Back to frosted thoughts,

Seemingly getting colder.

And I can see my thoughts come crashing down on me,

A lot like Sisyphus and his boulder.

Covered in iced thoughts, I blanch;

As I fall into a comma-

and hook the look of a question mark,

Onto my Grammarlanche!

By: Phanuel Ayelum.

Published by Phanuel Ayelum

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