All my life you have been present,
uninvited, uncouth, with the manners
of a spoiled dog. Who could possibly
love a mangy cur like you? You show up
early, before the others because you want
to corner me for the night, keep me just
for your selfish self. But later - and,
thank God, there's always a 'later'
in the world we share - when my head
is clear, I'll look ahead on the calendar,
and follow the horizontal lines of weeks
and months drive past me like finely-tuned
cars that make their owners proud. And I
will imagine out-smarting your early arrival
and racing away to preserve my clear head.
OK, I admit, it won't be tonight I get free,
and there'll be no driving for me. I'm as
hopeless as a career drunk. But you - you -
You're already here, lurking in the shadows
my electric lights can't dispel and decorative
candle light won't touch. It's just you and me,
again just me and you. All my life....
hey, daniel! migraines- ugh! i haven't had them since i was a kid. but i hate even the slightest headache. for my one mention of headaches, if you're curious/interested, see my poem, the wonder of thought. may they be lessened or total history. glen
a brilliant descriptive poem of a health condition that is totally debilitating to those that suffer from it? ............well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know how debilitating migraines can be in patients I have nursed. I feel for you Daniel. The pain can be likened to a vice squeezing your temple and eyeballs at the same time.
This is a Memory Poem, Simone. Migraines were events in my 20s but gradually disappeared. I should have clarified that in the notes, but I was swept by the metaphors I invented like mangy dog of a migraine. Oh, and thanks for your compassion, that shining compassion of a dedicated nurse.