Tabularasa

The plasticity of the mind

There is no other sponge like the mind
In immutably soak all sequitur in slew
In traverse of rain that pass the lieu
Will always find shoggy sponge tremellose pose
In constant rain's downpour
Trite the nerve down its core
Call it a sponge and it will always be
Whatever it scavenge came not from its core
That in smite, splatter whatever it devour

Reviews

[Joanna Maharis]

Your use of language is so beautiful and so very passionate.

[the in between]

lol the mind is the greatest sponge ever created!! :) weird but beautiful poem here mr. ramos

[Ruth]

Excellent!
The mind in a unique manner - I like this a lot :)
Great wording used and this leaves the reader dwelling on the influences the mind churns through, daily, awesome
xx

[Coyote Poetry]

The wind had great mystery. It moved across the world. The secrets the wind must know. I like this poem. The language of your poem was so good. Your description gave the wind more power and strength. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Evening Green]

Good write. It was creative and the language you used gave it a nice whimsical tone. Good job.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

quite the winning visuals you draw here~ engaging that wonderful creation inside the skull with a ode to the gray matter~ very creative~

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"Call it a sponge and it will always be
Whatever it scavenge came not from its core
That in smite, splatter whatever it devour"

{this is a very insightful-clever poem--i love it}

james:-)

[heich]

like it..love the title.lol

[TeenRomance2]

Very interesting. I like your writing style.