BY FRANK J. TASSONE ยท 30TH NOVEMBER 2017
A body in full rebellion
Stomach cramps
nausea
vertigo
A mind in disarray
Swirling thoughts
Songs
Mania rising, falling
Winds in full swirl
Chime singing,
Newly budding maples
swaying
A clock that ticks mercilessly on
morning sky
indifference to suffering
or relief
First published in Image Curve, November 30, 2017
photo byย nikko macaspacย onย Unsplash
for dVerse OLN #209
update: for Poets United–Midweek Motif 1/10/18–the body
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Thanks, Charley! Those sick days, man… ๐
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Isn’t it cruel? How dare the sun rise again? This was a theme I explored in the summer when a family friend lost his whole family -three kids and a pregnant wife – in a terrible car accident on their way to vacation bible school. I love how you moved around the page as if desperate to find an inkling of solace. Maybe this is taboo but I sympathize with those who don’t ever find the strength to keep struggling not to drown.
In one moment’s pause there are maples and chimes–and life is like that, even full body panic allows awareness of life! Let the dawn be indifferent, that body wants to be alive! Your poem gives me a sense of the merciless, but I hope it was just one parachute jump and not the entire ball game.
Thank you, Susan. The poem describes a time when I had bronchitis (or some viral respiratory ailment).
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Thanks, Sherry! ๐
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Indeed. Thanks! ๐
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Thanks, Sanaa! Iโm glad you liked it.
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