Seema Jayaraman

Gold Star - 14,440 Points (24 Aug / Mumbai)

Spinning - Head Is Spinning - Poem by Seema Jayaraman

Head is Spinning, Head is Spinning
I am on a roll
Flop myself on my bed, rightside up
Feet O'er downside
Head on Pillows
Close my eyes and lol
Silly imagined on a joy ride
I go rollicking on my fours

Swish goes my magneto perception
Well oriented, now perpendicular
90 Degrees off my bedhead
Head dangling the southside
Feet trailing the northside
While I wallow in a lazy row
Watching shooting stars beneath closed eyes
Me thinks its Vertigo

Head is Spinning, Head is Spinning
I am on a roll
Reliving mad days gone by
Chasing dusty roads of Southern states
Through a dizzying October spell
A blazing sun, body racked in chills
Up and down cross continent all day
Few thousand kilometers kicked on the way
Brought along marching contingents
Inside my head, a heady Migraine and Vertigo

Head is Spinning, Head is Spinning
I am on a roll
So while I scraped my rear off cabbie seats
chasing errant farmers down countryside's
Their cobwebbed godowns blessed
goodies stacked ceiling high
But no money lined pockets
for loans long run dry
I beat a retreat, plan a hasty reprieve
Road weary my butt and bones

Head is Spinning, Head is Spinning
I am on a roll
back to base, where nights were fun
Mine alone to dance and spend
Wild gallivanting thro dark city lanes
Waltzing pubbing a bunch of girlie gang
Nostalgia downed in chunky goblets
Red wine mixed with salt rimmed margaritas
happily we watched the world buzz by
And I thought, a case of bad hangover

Head is Spinning, Head is Spinning
I am on a roll
here I am still perpendicular on my bed
Molten lavas flow from my head
blaze a liquid trail down squiggly spine
stream of sparks over nerve ways whine
Fourth of July fireworks in my eyes shine
On an uneven twidly keel I spin and ride
Enflamed my trapezius juncture
Now its spondylitis with vertigo

Head is Spinning, Head is Spinning
I am on a roll
Remembering good ole days of solid bones
that I could say were my own
when I had a back solid, to rest on
Arms to hear my summons to fetch
I cower eyes closed, behind dark drapes
hidden deep in folds of bed covers
a prying sun, his gang of probing rays
spotlights bent through my masquerades

Head is Spinning, Head is Spinning
I am on a roll
Wishing a blessing to right my tugboat
still toppled in a drowsy lake
to set my sails on a dead wind day
and draw the drapes away
So I can holler at the Sun, head on
rubbish the spin, back on my pillows
turn my nose on vertigo, I say
Gals lets go down south another sortie
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Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 28Oct2015 All Rights Reserved

Topic(s) of this poem: headache

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Spinning - Head Is Spinning by Seema Jayaraman

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/31/2015 8:26:00 AM)


    Deeply envisioned and nicely presented. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Seema Jayaraman Seema Jayaraman (10/31/2015 10:05:00 AM)

    Thank you Kumarmaniji.

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/31/2015 5:24:00 AM)


    Nice presentation with free flow words....Liked it. (Report) Reply

    Seema Jayaraman Seema Jayaraman (10/31/2015 10:06:00 AM)

    Thank you Asimji.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 31, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 31, 2015


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