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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, January 14, 2011

Status Migraine

She swallowed the pills and said goodnight
It hurt too much to even cry
She closed her eyes against the light

She counted her breaths, her chest so tight
The bed, her nest, on which she'd lie
She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

Tired of fighting the noble fight
Confronting her nemesis eye to eye
She closed her eyes against the light

Blurred edges between wrong and right
It made no difference, so why try?
She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

She prayed in vain, in pain, in spite
Her body was weak, her spirit dry
She closed her eyes against the light

Her mind a blank, a board wiped white
Again another small death she'd die
She swallowed the pills and said goodnight
She closed her eyes against the light.

(submitted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 37)

Thank you Jingle for the Perfect Poet Award for Week 37!

for Week 38 I nominate    
http://exitsbyalice.wordpress.com/

7 comments:

Jingle said...

powerful piece.
you make it perfect in rhyming and more...

Cheers.
Happy Rally.

you could visit poets participants NEw to you and explore FRESh poets to explore if you wish...
Happy Rally.

debi said...

I love the way you put words together.
Weaving a tale of woe.
You leave us hanging... what was her intention.
Excellent.

Jingle said...

the Perfect Poet Award Notice, Enjoy! Leave your acceptance link under the post after you take it, Thanks!

Happy Weekend.

The Reason You Come said...

I like the rhythm of your dark and melancholic story. It brings forth questions, and I want to know more; how and why did she come to this point? What happens next?

poetpeteet said...

Much power and immediacy here
"She counted her breaths, her chest so tight"
and the closing ,rhyming lines
"She swallowed the pills and said goodnight
She closed her eyes against the light."
are perfect.
Roar on,Ms. Mouse!

thejuliebook said...

Nice one! Sometimes pieces written in this form seem stilted, trying to force the repetitive into those that move the piece forward, but the lines you've chosen fit so well and even enhance the repetitive pressure of a migraine. Thanks for sharing!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is a fantastic first villanelle. So sorry you suffer from migraines. That is a lot of pain.