Since birth,
my body has been
a battlefield,
mined by firecrackers
of unequal feelings...
I treat my wounds,
since time immemorial...
I live in a state of war,
Permanently...
I survive because I only live as
Inwardly carry my life as I live,
even within this chaos,
external world...
Against This catatonic dystonia,
heals and relieves me, poetry...
Poetry gives me refuge
and this peace...!
Categories:
dystonia, adventure, allegory, analogy, extended
Form: Free verse
Operatic hums of the vacuum cleaner runs
As a maze of fibers brushed grains and frames of matted faces
I see mountains and plains and valleys
I'm inspired I image
These things
jumps at me
As I sit outside on my deck open fire pit
Natures all around me
I hear the robin's serenade
calling me sounds ode I hear a symphony
With my eye I see on the grasses before me, ant's parade
I'm inspired I image
These
It jumps at me
walking by me
inspired walking robins talking
I'm inspired I image
These, those, the Pareidolia
wholly I feel wholly
I'm engraved red slanted-eye euro Mongolia
See the stars as early morning lightening bugs
It jumps at me
The skies breaths as winds embrace me
I see the branches and leaves on the trees waves at me
I lay on the grounds I see in the clouds faces of crowd
A vertical line melancholia
dystonia zoophoia photopia I see
wholly I feel wholly
I'm inspired I image
I'm inspired I image
These things
jumps at me
These, those, the Pareidolia
7/26/20 © 2020
Pareidolia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Categories:
dystonia, analogy, environment, imagery, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Oldest athlete, turned 68, a healthy stalwart,
She was thought to have MS, but it's dystonia,
Atlanta 1996, and in the individual did her part,
To win the bronze, but also won gold acre,
In the team open, and in Sydney’s millennium,
Yet again won gold for the team open event;
In Athens she continued to be neat and premium,
Taking the gold again in the cogent team tent,
Then in Beijing’s fixture she won two solid golds,
For the test grade la and also in the team folds,
When her horse was Teddy Edwards groomed:
From age 16 she’s worked in a stable - consumed.
Anne won gold at Rio in the mixed team dressage,
And took silver in the individual freestyle corsage.
Categories:
dystonia, animal, horse, sports, strength,
Form: Sonnet
Claire is 21 years of age, a boccia player,
Who was diagnosed with dystonia at 16,
Says “[dystonia] causes muscle contracture
and shortening…abnormal hands,” clean.
“There is no known cause for it…unlucky.
In the…years [just] before my diagnosis
I found it very hard ‘cos I didn’t, [positivity],
have a name to put to it, [my kinesis],
or know what it was but [after diagnosis]
it was a relief that I wasn’t going mad…
I got closure on what it was, [aegis],
and so I was able to adapt” lots, or a tad.
Claire went to Larne Grammar School,
Because she comes from N. Ireland,
And so goes to Ulster University cool,
To the sports institute (SINI), a garland.
She likes music and keeps tortoises,
Along with some other scaled reptiles,
And she won gold for her purposes,
At the 2015 Euros - done the miles.
Categories:
dystonia, sports, strength,
Form: Quatrain
Vanessa throws the shot put, track,
In the F34 classification, wheelchairs,
And is a wheelchair racing coach,
For English Athletics, also an activist.
Whilst doing the job she received a call,
From Alison O’Riordan a throwing coach,
Just after she’d survived a breakdown,
And having deteriorated considerably.
Vanessa suffers from the condition,
Described as Ehlers Danlos Syndrome,
And also abnormally postured Dystonia,
Such that she’s now in a wheelchair.
But Alison’s text was bold yet friendly,
“When are you coming out to have
a throw Nessa?” because Alison here,
Believed she could teach Vanessa all.
Vanessa had only joined the club,
Of Haringey Wheelers to get fitter,
And also so to improve her health,
But not to land feet down in Rio city!
Born on June 20th in the year 1977,
Vanessa now studies hard at university,
At the University of East London, UEL,
Examining sport and exercise science.
She hopes to follow on with a masters,
Or maybe even a longer PhD, loves talk,
Which she didn’t have the chance to do,
When she was younger, a young adult.
Categories:
dystonia, courage, desire, destiny, engagement,
Form: Blank verse
When your body betrays you
For many years we’ve been as one
The mind, body and soul
But as of late we’re separate
Each one of us damaged and down
Betrayed we are by our own selves
The mind to process agony
The body’s been dealt fierce and vicious harm
From a foe invisible yet violent all the same
The body has endured the pain
The soul has felt it too
So deep the hurt the body screams
in tears it pours, resolution gone
lastly where the soul has fallen
begging on bended knee
pray the torture go away
Dystonia be it’s name
Categories:
dystonia, angst, body, cry, health,
Form: Free verse