Deja Vu at Paper Poetry
Clouds of Confusion
A brain-fogged senryu
Clouds of confusion
Thought processes gone a-wol
Peasouper brain fog
© Carolyn Hastings 2022
Brain fog. Isn’t it the pits when you feel like your head is packed full of sludge-soaked cotton wool?
There’s been a lot of talk about brain fog of late as it’s one of the most reported symptoms of long-Covid. Is there no end to the pandemic?
I wrote this micropoem in the form of a senryu but more importantly, I wrote it for Déjà Vu at Paper Poetry — specifically, in response to Suntonu Bhadra’s Week 4 prompt: cloud.
Everyone is invited to join the 14-day~14-prompt rerun event. You can read all about it here —