An early lunch -- or is it brunch? Hot Italian coffee and some pain pills...what more does a girl need to start a saturday working in the garden that my puppies dug up.
I have been asked to work on a project for reliefinsite.com - a webcam project with the help of icyou.com. I think I will work on it as part of my Lisa at Lunch blog. As pain is a daily issue, I will probably incorporate my sad and bad pain poetry in it. What could possibly be worse than Pain poetry? Well..um..me READING my pain poetry on a webcam! Who knows, maybe I'll meet someone with a prescription pad!
This is a favorite. It's actually what happened to me during an aura I had, before a migraine. Very mystical. To be honest, I don't know what I would do without poetry. And pain meds... oh, and YOU!
ps.. the last of my baby birds has flown the coop..
Pain During a Migraine
the wind blows
so pretty
lifting the leaves off
the metal chairs on the porch
dancing sideways and this ways
and that.
they tap their feet
wrapped in silk ballet slippers
some in pink socks
others in brown paper bags.
flitting about weaving in between cars
not a worry in the world, lifting their skirts.
leaves twirl in rainstorms
capture sun
on the veins of their
translucent skin. I watch them go.
here and there
the squirrels chase them.
Left here to play alone I cannot move I
hold my head in pain
speak softly.
really, i truly want to sob.
-lw
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