O wretched fate, that smites his brow with thunder in the trembling boughs.
The very sun doth pierce his skull; each leaf conspires with whispered woes.
“Alas, poor me,” he cries, “I knew me well”—then swoons upon the grass.
The frustration
Of you
Is like a relentless migraine
Absentmindedly
Mind numbing
I need the daily reminder
How I could be everything
Sleeping in your favorite shirt
Holding me so close
I can feel your heartbeat against my back
Whispering the drafts
you’ve written
In your mind
Dripping in color
From your brown eyes
To my red hair in the sun
Or I can be nothing
Crying in your favorite shirt
Holding my blanket so close
It can feel my jagged breath against its back
She was my best friend a forever companion
We were so close and compassionate in dealings
Travelling, laughing creating beautiful memories
Promising each other forever without apartheid
Love was so strong and edifying without dispute
Always laughing, kissing and caressing all day
Without hesitating before love making and more.
Woke up one morning without my lover by my side
Waiting and hoping she went to fetch something
Never knew I have been blackmail to her via text
It's a text from my ex lover wanting to reunite
Wanting to ignite the love she was unable to build
vulnerable without location knowing her whereabouts
I ponder and wonder over where and how to find her.
This feelings bursting my brain causing migraine
making me want to migrate from here to Madrid
In search for her, for that's where I find her
Now I am winning and dinning with aches of pains
Drinking and smoking sobering in solitude panting
Breathing heavily my heart beats in search of her
Presence but it was absence the rhythm of my heart.
There seems to be a strain on pink brain
Caused by the rain and related migraine
It’s like a weight between the eyes
That reaches round brown crown making me cry
Light is now an enemy
It cuts like silver sword
And darkness is a friend to me
Satin silence is even more
I lay upon my purple pillow ill
Feeling neon nausea fuchsia fatigue
Wishing for a magic maroon pill
Or a holy cure prayer for healing
Eventually I fall asleep
Though pain led the way
I wake up feeling pain free
Happy to see another day
My mind spirals with murky metaphors
In kaleidoscopic circles where
Graphite moon-walks through magnified pain
Reaching a piercing sphere noisier than
A whirling maelstrom wrapped
In fluorescent fogs of frosty confusion
Neon green stars amidst chaotic intrusion
Engrossed in pills and throbbing tribulation
Maybe these flawed verses would
Undress the crippling reality of a
Shadowed poetess drowning in distress
Inking torment from unsolicited riddles
Numbness that riots into the
Gates of a crystalline glass library
Sanctuary of throes in unfinished prose
I see the wake
of what I look at
objects casting ripples
through the sea
of visual fields
like a boat or Nessy
cutting water
in zig zags
its trail allowing
secrets, coloured
kaleidoscope waves
rips and tears
peep holes no less
an honoured glimpse
into the mechanics
of reality, I hope
nobody up there
gets into trouble
for showing me
things they shouldn’t
how things are working
behind the scenes
As the business's closure loomed in the distance,
Anxiety gripped me tightly, a relentless insistence.
Late-night thoughts birthed migraines, a sleepless affair,
The shop had been more than a store; it was friendships we'd share.
Evenings converged, weekends embraced at the store's cozy nook,
I couldn't fathom it all disappearing with a single closing book.
But for a moment, a glimmer of hope did appear,
In a friend, not just any, but a love sincere.
She'd been the beacon, the reason I'd smile,
I believed she'd support me through any trial.
A shoulder to lean on, a hand to wipe tears,
Oh, how mistaken I was, as my heart faced its fears.
The calls turned silent, like a fading star's light,
Texts arrived tardily, replies devoid of their usual might.
Answers grew brief, disinterest reared its head,
My heart ached profoundly, but faith I still spread.
I’ve met somebody in real pain!
He was handling real pain with brain.
Still, he was like one in the rain:
Twists of a body hit with cane;
Frowns of a face cursed like marked Cain,
Sometimes would yell “Oh! What cruel pain!”
But uttered no curse: the word stain…
This is handling real pain with brain.
Don’t fail to still board the right train
As your peeved reply to migraine,
Ravaging things or plants with grain
While in pain in knowledge, too, gain:
That, sometimes, happiness does wane;
Owns its disappearing plane.
Crippling, draining, head in a vice
Throbbing, nauseating, not very nice
Poor concentration, vision change
Heightened perception, feeling strange
Sleepless nights, debilitating pain
Intolerance to light, that’s Migraine
Ears ringing, sounds too loud
Wish I could click and send to my Cloud
Body fatigue, from migraine attack
Day’s left feeling, I’m out of whack
No magic cure, a complex condition
No click to cloud, just my rendition.
Another morning
Breaks in a wet and thickening
Cling of fog, gathers on leaves to load
Down and bend
Each with a growing weight,
Fastened until too heavy to hold when all
Gives way to spill and
Hammer on the roof of your world.
Inside, the air throbs. Fragile nerves
Jar with every weighted blow and cry to
Keep the light from
Leaking in between clenched lids.
Migraine !.
Nothing worse to wake to,
Or have the inflamed dregs of a dream
Pounding like a pestle in the mortar of the skull,
Quickening with every stroke and
Revved to pummel each clambering thought
Should you try
To escape the prison of your pain. And when
Unable to take anymore, you have that
Vision of a place where you would like to go, then
With your finger, marking it with a large
X on your imaginary map, hoping when
You're ready, you can blast off leaving a smouldering
Zero on the pillow where your head should be.
Who cares for peptic ulcer !
Who cares for migraine !
As lovely as you are,
one not falling in love with you
is nothing but insane !
But that insane i do want to be
head over heels,
be a forever lover of all your pain,
when will you have those eyes to see ?
(05.10.2022)
sensations
in the eye
pulsate
&
generate
leaping jumping
back & forth
in
rhythmic
visuals
on a grand scale
interactions
migrate
then
interpolate
Talons perched over eyes ~ bedevilment
Red rose to cheek
Poor devil’s
blindfold
Dumb
lips
Searing
rivulet
Old Nick’s migraine
Rusting of love’s chariest memories
11/3/2020
Double Tetractys 5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Image #2
*chariest - dear, treasured
**Old Nick - the devil
Howmanysyllables used
10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
Good Morning Pain
Another day, Old Friend
Silent and invisible
Besides the cracking of my joints
and the pounding in my head
Every Day You And Me
I've grown tired of the misery
Its easier to sleep you away
At least I can't feel you then
But there you are the next morning
You follow me around
With claws in my shoulders and neck
And knives in my hips and back
Your murmurs sharp in my brain
I can't remember when I didn’t ache
When my head didn't throb
When my joints weren't sore
When I dreamt of dreams to achieve
Will you haunt me forever
This endless battle
Living or just existing
Goodnight Pain,
see you again tomorrow
my migraine headache
gives me a free lightning show
the theater is dark
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