my thoughts are over used
rutted and butted and puttered over
mulling and churning and chewing over
all details and entrails assailed over
and over and over thinking thinking
drinking and drowning down in
mess of haze-maze crazed
it’s fair to say
my thoughts are worn-to-thin
fair-to-middling — overmused
knocking the stuffings of my noggin-chocking nights
no respite in sight; unlit — confused
whirl pooled in a floating world
misted twisted pensées swirl and curl
miserly, relentless, restless, gutted
i rise from sleep to sleep perchance but
just to think again again again again
my wearied brain is drained thus
in vain though
i own it
i know it
therefore i am?
here? there? no? where?
it’s fair to say
overmused : worn out form thinking too much
today’s challenge is to write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words. Will you choose a word like “aprosexia,” which means “an inability to concentrate”? Or maybe something like “greenout,” which is “the relief a person who has worked or lived in a snowy area for a long time feels on seeing something fresh and green for the first time”?
I chose, of course, without overthinking the possibilities, overmused
WORD OF THE YEAR 2021: overmused 33%
(adj.) worn out from thinking too much
It’s fair to say we probably all had a lot on our minds in 2021, which makes this superb seventeenth-century coinage the perfect choice for Word of the Year. To overmuse is to overthink, or to contemplate too much—so if you’re feeling overmused, then you’re utterly exhausted from endlessly thinking, worrying, and mulling things over.
not a haiku