Third Saturday in a row with headache
do only the most necessary, trying to
build bulwarks against the pain, mental
control by watching André Rieu’s musical
carnaval not working, seeking solace in
The Sound of Music
Swimming with the clouds, a tower of books
to change my mindset and mood, spiritual gurus
say all pain starts in the head, maybe I’m missing
you, I keep repeating the gurus’ mantra ‘I choose
love’ – it earned me a compliment in the shop,
made me feel good - but
The pain did not go away, Spirit Communication
by Roy Stemman not helping, those I love are still
alive although inaccessible - I repeat the love mantra
and think of you, dreaming of a time when written words
will reach me in image and sound…
- desperate when thinking of doing my work
while the pain in my head registers as
a hole in my heart -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem