Scattered So Early
BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 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 by nikko macaspac on Unsplash
for dVerse OLN #209
update: for Poets United–Midweek Motif 1/10/18–the body
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Frank J. Tassone 
The visual is a marvelous ride and that last line just slaps the reader with recognition. Bravo, Frank!
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Thanks, Jilly! 🙂
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This is so well done: the words, the form. It is very much like what I feel when the alarm goes off and I discover I have to get up and get ready for another day at school. 🙂
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Thanks, Charley! Those sick days, man… 🙂
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Yeah, I know what they’re like. I do probiotics and try to stay out of contact with anything student-handled. Not always easy.
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The way you hurl the words on the page is crazy good. It makes the whole poem snap like a wave.
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Like the format in full body rebellion ~ Thanks for sharing ~
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I find this form very interesting. When the body rebels it lets you know for sure.
Dwight
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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.
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Oh the indifference of nature. Perfect conclusion… sometimes we do think that nature is different
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I like how the text waves with “disarray” and “swirl”.
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Thanks, Frank!
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Mania rising and falling….. within a mind in disarray…..rebellion at its worst. Loved it 🙂
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Oh, this is so powerful! Each line packs a punch and the form only lends to that disheveled hopeless feeling. Great writing.
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Thanks, Angela! Glad you liked it.
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My pleasure, Frank.
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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.
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Thank you, Susan. The poem describes a time when I had bronchitis (or some viral respiratory ailment).
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I love how this looks on the page – and the mix of the narrator’s bodily ills against the beauty of the natural world……..very cool.
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Thanks, Sherry! 😀
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Ah yes the world just goes on irrespective of our bodily woes!
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Indeed. Thanks! 😀
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Wow!❤️ I love the format and the way the words swirl on the page. Beautifully done, Frank!
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Thanks, Sanaa! I’m glad you liked it.
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I love the lay out of the poem covering wider space for the content. The merciless clock is a good background 🙂
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