Transplant

A brain made from the resources available

Mud, rot, s**t blended together

Molded with careful, angry hands

So well it almost worked

Then surgery with a teaspoon

Methodical resection

Replaced with potpourri

To kill the lingering scent

But after the years-long procedure

The sweet brain stopped to think

Perhaps that earthy silt

Could have grown flowers

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we wonder what exactly is in there at times. Seems that we vary between thinking nothing and everything all at once.
and maybe the speaker thinks like Sylvia Plath....with such negativity...when there could have been flowers, she just ignored the blooms.
j.

[Neville]

I liked this, indeed.. I kinda liked it a lot.... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

A perfect ending to the poem. We do add and add to our brain. Hard to say, if we are wiser. Thank you Sylvia for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Jade]

A little sad there at the end, well written and so well expressed