“The Mind is a Flibbertigibbet”
A Poem About Living for Now for Tomorrow
By Jane Tawel
May 18, 2020
There’s so much static in my brain,
It really gives my heart a pain.
Like flotsam, jetsam, bits of junk,
The thoughts skip by like naughty punks.
I offer to you, J’s Exhibit,
Of my mind, “Case Flibbertigibbet”.
Like gnats that bite at things I’m wishing,
For Future’s goals I’m always fishing.
And even when I tell myself,
Tomorrow’s plans must still stay shelved,
I waste the joy in presently,
To try to shape my destiny.
I lose today’s respite and laughter,
By hankering for a blank hereafter.
Could anything less real be dafter?
The Past talks trash and keeps on dissing,
With memories, in action missing.
The people, places, faces, finds,
Just roam like vultures through my mind.
They pick and swoop ‘til I’m afraid,
These flashbacks will never decay.
The Past will always be at most,
As insubstantial as a ghost.
It’s best to let my yesterdays
Inform and shape my current ways,
But not to let them roam unchecked,
And joy and purpose, now infect.
For Yesterdays only provide,
Real meaning if we let them guide,
Our current choices and our options,
for Tomorrow’s new adoptions,
of a Life– no matter how small–
that makes a better World for All.
So, Now’s the Time I must stop whinging,
And on the negative stop binging.
I’ll give my thoughts a well-earned rest
And focus on the good and best,
Which are not found within my brain,
But in the organ where Love reigns.
The heart’s the true and only center,
Where bad and good can freely enter,
But I decide what I’ll let stay,
Within my heart and soul today.
My mind can be so adolescent,
I must involve a deeper Essence.
I’ll stop my endless overthinking,
And to my better self, start linking,
Remembered joy and future hopes
But not false dreams or sulky mopes.
Each day I walk a thin tight-rope,
To love, and act, and sometimes cope,
With thoughts that can be used as leeches,
To heal, and grow in all Life teaches.
The best’s begun with just a start,
At firing up my loving heart.
Then I delight in fair Creation,
And wallow in imagination,
Of what the world can truly be,
And sometimes letting go is key.
And sometimes we must take a stand,
For Future’s sake, we do need plans.
But there’s a fine line, if I’m truthful,
Between thoughts petty or thoughts useful.
So if I start with my mind emptied,
Of dross, then I will not be tempted,
To focus on the new or old,
But cling to only Today’s gold.
The way to change my attitude,
Is by some focused gratitude,
For all I have, am, and believe,
About the meaning of what we’ve,
As human beings have achieved;
And what we’ll dream and do once more,
If only each of us cares for,
The Goodness we can find right now.
If we put our hands to the plow,
And water, plant, and weed and furrow–
Why then, we’ll have a bright Tomorrow.
So off you go flibbertigibbet,
Until the next time that you visit,
When I’ll be ready to do my part,
To help my mind with stronger heart.
May your thoughts Today be turned to gold, and your hopes for the Future rest in your great ability to feel loved and to do Good. Be safe, be sane, be hopeful — Jane