On the tip of your tongue.

poem in triplets

On the tip of your tongue

 

 You know, you know but can’t explain

Just how or why you came to gain.

The facts stored in your memory.

 

Odd facts stored subconsciously.

For no good reason seemingly.

Stored away haphazardly.

 

Though ev’ry fact our mind has stored.

It had some reason to record.

A nugget added to the hoard.

 

A vast accumulation

Of useless information.

We very seldom call upon.

 

But when we do it’s sad but true

We find that we cannot renew.

The direct link that leads us to.

 

The word or phrase we want to find.

Amongst those hidden in our mind.

The system is not well designed.

 

We can’t recover what we’ve stored.

Our efforts totally ignored.

Our mind decides it can’t afford.

 

To grant unlimited access.

Although it leaves us free to guess.

The reason for such stubbornness.

 

Thursday, 12 April 2012

 

 

Reviews

[realmwriter]

I simply love this piece. It catches on the tip of your tongue and lingers as you read. It has perfect flow and pace and perfectly describes how that feels. Great job indeed. 100/100

[Wynn Clara]

Love it. And this is always happening to me, but for some reason the important information goes "puff" and the unimportant stays there until it comes in need of a unless conversion or just to dazed out to remember what anyone or myself was talking about.

[WinterIce<3]

I really like this poem a well explaination of a dillema

[Octob3r Star]

I spose it's self-evident

[zero binty]

But when the final piece of memory clicks into place and you recollect the memory fully, isn't that one of the more satisfying feelings in the world. It's like you solved your own little puzzle. Maybe I'm just too simple.

[Mark D]

I really like this... an excellent description of a well known dilemma.

The line "the system is not well designed" sums the poem up very well. An interesting topic indeed

Mark