Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Poet Light Verse

Long Time No See

it's an invisible injury
                                 but light

                          sure can hurt

                   and for something
                                  so quiet
                                      noise

                   sure can pulverize

but it explains why you haven't 
            seen or heard from me



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Aniruddha Pathak September 17, 2018 at 6:43 AM Cutting edge humour nicely put in poetic form Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 17, 2018 at 7:33 AM Thank you Aniruddha! A much nicer edge to be on ;) A lovely day to you! xomo

Gershon Wolf September 16, 2018 at 11:35 PM Gulp. ~ gw Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 17, 2018 at 7:30 AM Smooch ~ mo

Caren Krutsinger September 9, 2018 at 2:52 AM I can envision the scariness of light and noise hurting; teeny tiny noises that bother no one else in the room have me ready to scream. I always say I have dog ears, and the children in a class are shocked when I say "That's personal, I would rather you keep it to yourself," after they have barely whispered. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 9, 2018 at 5:56 PM That is hilarious! ;) xomo

Tom Cunningham September 7, 2018 at 7:29 AM Hope the new meds work for you Maureen . Tom Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 7, 2018 at 7:33 AM Thank you Tom <3 Not meds, brain training! And I did see a difference in one session!!! xomo :)))

Heidi Sands September 7, 2018 at 7:21 AM I understand completely Maureen, from having head injuries :) Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 7, 2018 at 7:41 AM Thank you Heidi! I just had my first Neurofeedback training session yesterday. After which I stepped out into rush hour with a bus pulling up in full screaming squeal and I just thought "wow, that's loud"- then it dawns on me what's weird, I'm not hitting the deck covering my ears as have been the last several years. (!!!) xomo <3

Rico Leffanta September 6, 2018 at 8:58 PM Well done! That describes exactly how I felt moving from Fort Apache Indian Reservation to Honolulu! Aloha! Rico Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 7, 2018 at 7:42 AM I love when a poem does that <3 Thank you Rico!!! xomo