Strange Minds

A poem to be read translated by a certain mental assimilation model.

I lkeood at my fgneirs, lnog and shrot
I wiggeld them wtih a cuoruis mnomeevt
They were somtoh, no hriay wtars
Orbeucsd tiher gtlene wleinkrs

The nalis were slutby rdiegd, wbaorshd sylte
But only wrehe tehy might slow your brateh
Liaenvg a motuh, rnuod and ponitug
Dinenyg the aeifoctfn of chcnae arndtueves

Psusrree apeipld to siaepcl bdnes and crevus
Warm the nevres, sagininllg lehesgiptd to
Mthgiy eiegnns in romos srnnitiag at teihr
Braley adtuqaee famre, all the smae

You and me, we sit bnaeteh teres
And it's the felas in bowrn, dry grsas
That bngris our exepiremnt back into
Flluy geordund, eathry rleatiy; clsas dsissiemd

Author's Note

Good luck oh special minds.

Reviews

[MikeV]

What does it mean that i read that with ease? i think its my OCD kickin in
I spotted your pattern, beginning and ending letters remain the same
while the brain automatically puts the rest together
i loved it! :) very entertaining, both the poem and your puzzle :)

[Tam Warink]

Thanks a bunch, Mike. I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's pretty amazing how easy it is for some folks while others struggle.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

geez, me too...not much problem reading this at all...what does that mean??????

:)


i muts hvae an inedvert mdin.....

[Tam Warink]

Heh! ...could be, Jacob. Could be. ;-)

[Chris]

It isn't that the letter rearranging took nearly any time to auto do... the mind kept the self verbalized tones flowing and smooth. It was that the wanting to do it faded stanza by stanza - for me.

[Tam Warink]

I have that problem too. Certain types of complexity have diminishing returns. I have to be pretty hungry for the bell to cause a (sustainable) response these days. Again, thanks for your time and comments, Chris.

[Chris]

My time is as precious as yours... and we both tend to use it as we always have - with malice of forethought and care. Coffee on a Monday just flows...

[Tam Warink]

Heh! Ayup... coffee can be a good thing; especially on those certain days of resonant contemplation.

[Chris]

Ah ...the tones that... pause.

[Jason Henry]

this is what one would call exercise for the brain - bowflex for the brain. now i'm all loosened up. i'm so convinced that this was pilates or yoga, you even said class dismissed! anyway, well done!

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Jason! I see you have both ingenuity and stamina; worthy attributes. ^_^

[Frieda P]

How dare you make me strain my brain so vehemently this early in the morning? Still trying to figure if you're a madman or a genius, perhaps both..............

[Tam Warink]

LOL! Hey, Frieda! saweee but, you know... gender substitution aside, takes one to know one (nanner nanner phhbbt). ;-)

[Frieda P]

Psssh! Lol, thanks for the smiles this morning. ;-)

[Angi]

I don't have any hairy warts, either. At least not where you can see them. Oh how you made me wrinkle my brow and frown, Tam! Angi~

[Pryde Foltz]

You are a cruel, cruel man, my friend. It seems to need to wash your hands?/??

[Tam Warink]

Hey, it's a love poem! You must have been reading it upside down, huh? ;-) [P.S. ...sorry for the late reply. I think I need new glasses, brain, or both.]

[Pryde Foltz]

Upside down and inside out in the reflection of shimmering pond on a foggy day without my glass. lol.