Regarding LOVE. Words from Wikipedia:
“Studies have shown that brain scans of those infatuated by love display a resemblance to those with a mental illness. Love creates activity in the same area of the brain where hunger, thirst, and drug cravings create activity. New love, therefore, could possibly be more physical than emotional.”
Ha!
That explains it.
The Heartache.
Did we not break through?
To intimacy?
I loved you.
Crazy love, mad love, heart-racing glad love.
Smiling at the thought of you.
Butterflies when a text came through.
Sweet goodnights, raucous hellos,
Attraction, passion, bedfellows.
Reckless abandon, a jangle of words.
And limbs
And whims
And nerves.
Fear stepped in.
The end.
I loved you.
I thought you loved me too.
Was it true?
…
Coward!
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday…Heartache, Jangle, Reckless
“Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me leave to do my utmost.”
~Isak Dinesen
Oh, Isak, I get it!
I want to write, have to write, intend to write.
Then stuff gets in the way.
Internal. External. Stuff.
Circumstance, thought, diversion, onus…stuff.
Yet The Writing waits.
The Writing sits in the basement of my mind, peering up through the cracks in the floor. It waits for me to open the door, walk through the dark, down the steep, narrow stairs and bring it up. Bring it into the light. Bring The Writing into being.
The Writing waits ~for me~ to write.
Tell me…what is waiting for you? And what are you waiting for?
An Ode to Valley Fever
Breathe them in
To the lungs
Airborne filaments and spores
In the warm, moist pleura
Spots and spingles form
Then plan
Their next move
~
For most
It is mild,
This inner invasion
~It means~
Fever, cough, chills, ache
Perhaps a rough, red rash
~
Six months
A year
You’re better
~
For others
Even twenty years later
Fever, weight loss, cough, chest pain
Blood-tinged sputum
Nodules to blame
But you don’t die
~
For the vulnerable few
Lung growths, ulcers, abrasions form
Skull, spine and bone lesions, the norm
Knees, ankles, other joints ache
The brain and spinal cord join in
Forsake
~
Recourse?
Rest
Fluconazole
Itraconazole
~But perhaps most important~
Learn the lessons
Do your best
This may be
The final test.
A few years ago, my dear friend died from a mad conflagration of valley fever and lung cancer. This piece emerged from that experience.
For the latest information regarding Coccidioidomycosis, commonly called Valley Fever, click here.
In poetry,
Truths emerge
That might otherwise
Require
Lubrication,
Stimulation,
Serious social manipulation.
2 Gin Rickeys
Good red wine
Or absinthe over a sugar cube ~
Fine.
But in poetry,
Unprovoked,
Façades fall away,
Barriers break,
Illusions fade to opaque;
And the truth
Jumps onto the page
Big, bold and unashamed
And it declares
I AM.
I am THAT I am.
