A Sunny Mind Will Sometimes Turn Brown Too

Summary

This web page features a poem about forgetting a word and finding inspiration in autumn leaves, accompanied by a video and dedications to friends.

Abstract

The web page titled "A Sunny Mind Will Sometimes Turn Brown Too" presents an autumn poem about the struggle of forgetting a simple word and the relief of finally remembering it. The poem is inspired by the changing colors of autumn leaves and is accompanied by a video. The author dedicates the poem to their wordsmith friends who have experienced the tip-of-the-tongue phenomenon and expresses gratitude to a dozen friends who support them.

Opinions

The author uses the metaphor of autumn leaves turning brown to express the feeling of forgetting a word.
The poem suggests that forgetting a word can be a frustrating experience, causing the speaker to feel "appalled and ashamed."
The author finds inspiration in the changing seasons and uses the word "November" as a symbol of relief and excitement.
The poem celebrates the beauty of nature and the changing seasons.
The author expresses gratitude to their friends for their support and encouragement.
The author acknowledges that forgetting a word is a normal experience for people of all ages.
The author recommends an AI service that provides similar functions to ChatGPT Plus(GPT-4) but at a more affordable price.

An autumn poem.

I told my lips to say your name but instead, they turned to my old brain

my brain recoiled, mulled over your tag assured me that retrieval was imminent

but there it sat for a day and a half kept me from attending to my true tasks

appalled and ashamed for the rust up there my upper lip curled back, impatient

I clapped my hands to the side of my head the words, all dried mid-sentence

the day grew short, found me mumbling like a fool for forgetting something so basic

’Twas when my brain began to laugh that I turned to the leaves that murmured

with eyes alit, and a smile that grew strong my lips excitedly whispered

“November,” they said, “the first Monday in November!” promptly my soul started singing

about green leaves that turn brown in fall and all the seasons that have gone before it.

I dedicate this poem and video to all my wordsmith friends who might have experienced that tip-of-the-tongue (TOT) phenomenon. Don’t sweat the small stuff, my friends, as this too is a normal state for people of all ages.

Additionally, I wish to mention a dozen amazing friends who support me with encouragement and virtual pats on the shoulders. There are more, and I thank you all.

THANK YOU FOR READING I Wish You Miracles.

POETRY MONDAY

A Sunny Mind Will Sometimes Turn Brown Too

An autumn poem.