In the quieting of
night I sit in the company
of demons pushing through
my unmanageable mind...
and like a vice,
clutching my
head fiercely
to squeeze the unwanted
debris consuming delicate
space, I beg to discard the
wildly persistent racket
realizing,
like terminal illness
temporarily halting with
diminutive hope,
eventually it gnaws and gnaws,
annihilating what was
once unbroken.
In moment's reflection
my eyes fill with a reserve
of hardened tears not shed
from pitiless numbing,
then,
acquiescing
transfixed by the blackness
of ebony sprinkled with
electric flashes,
I become a lustrous
shooting star,
a shot in the dark
then lost again.
©Linda Balboni 2004
Dear Linda,
I can't paraphrase it or explain it or assimilate it but it has the
element that makes me want too.
Cheers, jgd
I can't paraphrase it or explain it or assimilate it but it has the
element that makes me want too.
Cheers, jgd
Hey JDG~
LOL! Thanks for your response and the intelligent message behind it.
This is definitely a "deep" one, with a few different meanings.
Have a great day, void of electric flashes!
Lindi
Hi Linda,
Long time, no see; my fault.
I am beginnning to sport a spray can of paint like a camera to record impressionable moments. So many blank walls—sound barriers for one—touted to be off-limits, but needing free comment...till commercial posters line the race track.
I enjoyed your verse, which deserves repeated readings out of respect; but am motivated to alter here and there, which normal readers tend to do. Being off-limits for crit, this serves well as crit credit without crit.
Thanks and God bless,
Don
Long time, no see; my fault.
I am beginnning to sport a spray can of paint like a camera to record impressionable moments. So many blank walls—sound barriers for one—touted to be off-limits, but needing free comment...till commercial posters line the race track.
I enjoyed your verse, which deserves repeated readings out of respect; but am motivated to alter here and there, which normal readers tend to do. Being off-limits for crit, this serves well as crit credit without crit.
Thanks and God bless,
Don
Hello Don~
How are you doing these days?
I have been MIA myself, as far as frequenting poetry forums.
I hope to be more visible in the near future.
As always, I appreciate your captivating dialogue regarding my poem.
A little complicated, but says what I wanted it to.
Take care and hope to read you soon.
Blessings to you~
Lindi
Hey Linda,
See my "Smile of Guile."
Don
Fascinating piece, Lindi. I missed this when it was first posted. The imagery is excellent.
Perry
Perry
Hello Perry~
I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment so nicely on my "head" piece.
Hope to read you soon! :pharoah2
Blessings~
Lindi
Hi Lindi,
When I was younger I suffered from blinding migraine (not the French kind) headaches, bright lights, shattered vision. Everthing happening inside my brain. Close your eyes... still there. Nowhere to hide. Demons in your head.
Your poem reminded me of this.
May I add a fine poem. Stark and realistic.
Arnie (John)
:wizard:
When I was younger I suffered from blinding migraine (not the French kind) headaches, bright lights, shattered vision. Everthing happening inside my brain. Close your eyes... still there. Nowhere to hide. Demons in your head.
Your poem reminded me of this.
May I add a fine poem. Stark and realistic.
Arnie (John)
Hey John~
How the heck are you? I have missed interacting with you. I have been MIA as of late, but hoping to come back into the main stream soon.
Your interpretation is great as I wrote this about everything from the burden and heaviness of worry to piercing migraines!
I too suffer from occasional migraines, and they are so painful!
Thanks so much for your kind words and may you remain happy and migraine free!
Blessings~
Lindi
Hi Lindi
I too missed this poem when you posted. I very much enjoyed the read.
What I got from the poem is the pain from the thoughts in your head, gripping you like a vice. You can't get rid of your personal demons and they are crowding out other more pleasant thoughts and creativity. For a while there is a flash of light (creativity?) which frees you but then you are back in the darkness.
I didn't however, pick up the interpretation of migraine, though I too have suffered with them since I was 6 years old. Mind you I never experienced flashing lights, only the awful pounding headache and nausea and having to lie perfectly still in the dark.
Nina
I too missed this poem when you posted. I very much enjoyed the read.
What I got from the poem is the pain from the thoughts in your head, gripping you like a vice. You can't get rid of your personal demons and they are crowding out other more pleasant thoughts and creativity. For a while there is a flash of light (creativity?) which frees you but then you are back in the darkness.
I didn't however, pick up the interpretation of migraine, though I too have suffered with them since I was 6 years old. Mind you I never experienced flashing lights, only the awful pounding headache and nausea and having to lie perfectly still in the dark.
Nina
Hello Nina~
How are you? Thanks so much for your kind response to my poem. You are right on target too!
Those demons or worry that binds us! I appreciate your thoughtful response and look forward to reading you soon.
Blessings~
Lindi
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