“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going
listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.”
— Winnie the Pooh
My Thoughts Laid Bear
I like to mull. I like to muse. I like perusing others’
Philosophers, I’ve read a few (a Sartre, Nietzsche, Lao-Tzu
I much prefer the Tao of Pooh. My mind’s attuned to
I briefly toyed with Sigmund Freud – a kinky trip most folks
The id and ego (just one sniff) are apt to leave synapses
I pine for Pooh – a waft, a whiff – a welcome breath of
When I have Rousseau on my plate. I ruminate and cogitate.
Jean-Jacque’s tacks are tough to chew. I feast on finds but
find no clue.
I hunger for a scoop of Pooh. My tastes align with Winnie.
I skimmed the grim Darwinian path: pond-scum and its aftermath
Simian roots, could this be true? Did life arise from soupy
I’d rather sink my head in Pooh. My missing link is
Confucius, Locke, and Socrates all drown me in sagacious
Jung’s reams of dreams, they make me blue, and Camus leaves me
in a stew.
I plan to cram my brain with Pooh – my joy depends on
Susan Jarvis Bryant
If you have any
thoughts on this poem, Susan Jarvis Bryant
would be pleased to hear them.