Charlotte Ballard

Migrane Blues - Poem by Charlotte Ballard

The promise of
Pain begins in a
Flash of silver-light
Buried in the center
Of my sight. The light
Dances, flashes, sparkles
And grows
Into a crescent bloom
Spreading out, in
Ripples of more
Silvered sparks
Erasing vision as
The music of pain
Hollows out, a pause-
Never long enough-
The pain beats,
Seventy or
More. Tender,
Drawn, curved
In the hallow of
My temple. I retreat
Into the quiet,
The pain follows -
The beat falters
Til slumber wipes it

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  • Dawn Fuzan (5/14/2014 8:27:00 AM)

    Charlotte I enjoyed reading yo poem, keep writing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 9, 2011

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