Migraine – A Pantoum

http://www.migraineart.org.uk/

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Pain searing like the burning sun

Every sound a banshee scream

Like Hell’s pandemonium has begun

Torture ascending with every sunbeam

Every sound a banshee scream

Every colour a sharp cutting blazon

Torture ascending with every sunbeam

Every movement like being bludgeoned

Every colour a sharp cutting blazon

Every whisper a klaxon scream

Every movement like being bludgeoned

Every breath makes cold sweat stream

Every whisper a klaxon scream

Like Hell’s pandemonium has begun

Every breath makes cold sweat stream

Pain searing like the burning sun

© RedCat

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Written for tonight’s MTB: Coming full circle prompt at dVerse.

I love writing Pantoums. I hate having migraines.

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http://www.migraineart.org.uk/

Trapped Within A Glass-Shard Maze

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon from Pexels

Painted only blue
Sorrow in every sinking hue
Wrote only black
Walking limbos gay fading tracks

A broken heart sees haze
Trapped within a glass-shard maze

Suddenly there’s you
Swapping colours for shining new
Red bricks crack
Rainbow colours flooding back

A broken heart sees haze
Trapped within a glass-shard maze

Bloodred life begin anew
Changing this burnt desert view
Healing what was cracked
Bringing back my beloved lilacs

A healing heart’s star blaze
Flaming within a rose tinted gaze

©RedCat

Written for MTB: Synesthesia over at dVerse poets pub.

I find Synesthesia, really interesting. Looking at that Tedtalk and the Lorde interview (see videos below) I’m reminded of those patterns and colors I get as warning before and during a migraine attack. The patterns and colors change due to sound and touch, and have nothing whatsoever to do with object reality.

Photo by Anthony from Pexels

Slip, Crack, Shatter

Photo by Magda Ehlers on Pexels.com

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Are you okay, he asks
I smile, but feel my mask
Slip, crack, shatter

Everyday from dawn to dusk
I weather the storm as we all must
Strong, calm, serving

At night, alone with moonlight
I need someone to tell me, it’ll be alright
Sorrow, cry, solitude

Dreaming of your hug
Feeling safe and snug
Share, comfort, space

When we’re free at last
Nothing will keep us apart
Caring, close. contact

Whatever the season
There’ll be plenty of reason
Sunshine, carefree, smile

© REDCAT

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Inspiration like everything else seems to have it’s cycles and seasons. Today after feeling very low I got the idea to finish a piece I started but couldn’t finish 31 March.

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GloPoWriMo 2020

DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation

Cogs tumble

Tangopaso [Public domain]

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Sometimes words flow rapidly, orderly, freely
Other-times words needs pondering, searching, needling

Anytime the monster Pain shows up to lurk
A wrench is thrown into the work

Cogs start to cough and tumble 
Poetic works crumble

Words no longer fit the mold 
Sentences won’t do what told 

Stanzas end rather abrupt
Pain-shacked muses corrupt

© REDCAT

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Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #4: Let Poetry and Prose Be Our Break from Catastrophe at Poets and Storyteller United.

And to to Promote Yourself Monday, January 27, 2020 at Go Dog Go Café.

Ache

Richard Revel [CC BY-SA 3.0]

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Bad tempered cat
Snarls and growls
But it doesn’t bare its teeth
Slinks away to lay in dark
Silent solitude

Toothache cat
Whimpers and whine
Time moves like molasses
Wounded creature slumber
Whiles away, while jaw pounds and sear

© REDCAT

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As some noted last week I was suffering from lack of sleep. Then to make life even more fun, I grinded my teeth so bad that I broke a molar. So now I’m battling constant headaches and a pounding face while I wait for the antibiotics to take care of the infection so I can draw the tooth out…

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