Tags: forgetting, frustration, retrieving words, writing
Do you ever have trouble finding a word?
You’re in There – I Know You Are!
Stop, Word! I saw you.
Get back here, I need you.
I’ve been looking for you everywhere.
Oh, no. Don’t you go and hide;
I know you’re in there –
Come out and let me see you!
Come on out. Please.
This happens every time I need you;
You’re nowhere to be found.
Stop hiding behind the others!
No, I don’t want them,
I want you!
They just aren’t right for this work.
Oh, please, Word.
Don’t you want to be famous;
Have everyone quoting you;
Be the very latest “bon mot”?
You do? Great!
Share? Well, yes, of course
You’ll have to share
The poem with the other words.
You don’t want to? But why?
They’re just the everyday words;
The run-of-the-mill words.
They just can’t do the job like you can!
I need a word
That says it just right;
That conveys the perfect idea;
That creates the exact emotion.
That’s you. Yes, you!
Oh, come on, Word.
You’ll look so good on the paper,
Or on the screen.
You’ll be admired, and …
Word! Come out, this minute!
You’re spoiling everything.
My poem will be ruined.
You don’t care, do you?
You just don’t care.
This is your last chance, Word.
Get yourself out here!
Come out of my memory.
(c) Linda Visman
Tags: concentration, frustration, insomnia, meditation, mental discipline, relaxation
Last night, although I was tired and wanted to sleep, I was awake until after 2.30am.
I tried to relax and clear my mind – impossible. Then I tried to ‘watch’ the thoughts as they cropped up and passed by – impossible; they were too quick for me.
Then I tried to focus on one thing, grasp and examine it until I was bored. Maybe then I could go to sleep – but again, impossible.
That’s when I started composing a blog post about my lack of mind discipline.
I am envious of those who can meditate; those who can calm their minds, eliminate extraneous distractions, focus on the inner being & find their centre.
What happens when I try to do the same? Chaos.
My brain seems to be very much like a meat and vegetable soup bubbling in a pot on the stove. All the pieces swirl around, vanish and re-appear randomly, then disappear again before I have a chance to grab one.
My thoughts are like those pieces of onion, carrot and potato, celery, turnip and chicken. Feelings, insights, memories, glimmers of incidents and people and places, books I’ve read, things I have or haven’t done, questions and answers – they all swirl and bob up, then vanish just as quickly.
How do I obtain some sort of control over the maelstrom? What do I do, short of becoming a yogi or fakir or hermit?
All I want to do is quiet my mind so I can relax enough to sleep when I need to, or focus my mind without being distracted.
Is that too difficult? It has been for me thus far.
Do you meditate? How did you start? Does it help you?
Tags: frustration, memory, words
Too often, although I know so many words, I can’t bring them to mind when I want them. I feel like I’m reaching into a thick, rich alphabet soup, trying to find the one or two words I need out of the millions that are swirling around. As you do with a real soup, you aim for a particular bit, a juicy piece of meat, or a rich slice of vegetable, but it keeps eluding your spoon. It wants to stay there with all its fellows, warm and comfortable. Little does that word know that if it would only allow itself to be caught, it would grow and multiply – not be consumed. That’s the difference between chicken vegetable soup and a soup of words.
Oh, I do wish those words wouldn’t constantly hide from me! I want to have them as friends. Show them off in my stories and poems, or in my cryptic crosswords. You’d think they’d like that!
Other words sometimes jump out of the soup as I stir it. A bit like a fish jumping for an insect, or maybe even for joy. But they aren’t the ones I need right then. They just don’t fit into the line, or the sentence. They don’t have the right meaning or the right cadence. Not like the one I’m really looking for and can’t find. It doesn’t matter whether I scratch my head, chew my pen; or rack my brain for the most suitable word – or sometimes, even for the simplest of words. It doesn’t come.
Right now, I want words for waves – water waves, that is. The kind of words that ripple or roar, tinkle or crash, drip or cascade. Words like ripple, wavelet, comber and tsunami. But that’s as far as I can go. There must be more, but I just can’t think of them. They elude me. I know they’re there in my head. I’ve used them before. You’d think I could find them again, but, oh, no, they’ve gone on holiday somewhere.
I suppose I’ll just have to do what I always do – bring out the thesaurus. And, if I can’t find the words I need, then that award-winning poem, or that delightful short story, full of wonderful imagery, brought to life by the apt use of just the right words, will go to someone else’s piece – again!
© Linda Visman