National Poetry Day in the UK

The Now

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I’m having a transition

I don’t feel quite right

It’s not bad

It’s just…

The full extent is not yet in sight

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I’ve tried to put it into words

But they only show the edge

The words are right

The truth is there

But I can’t see past the ledge

So

What I think is happening

Is only half the tale

Or less maybe –

I just don’t know how deep the scale

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I think I’ve passed another milestone

Or I can feel it by the way

I yearn to peek

And see what’s what

But a day still lasts a day

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I cannot rush to find out

I can only live each day

The Now

That’s when I like to be

No peering in the grey

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This trembling within myself

Has not yet reached my brain

The body knows

But I do not

And

I must not entertain

Speculations

That might not help

They are not my realm

The Now is home

The Now is mine

And I am at the Helm

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Cluster migraine, a moment of painy poetry!

Migraine

Guilty as charged!
But as a cluster migraine goes oooon and oooon for days (and sometimes weeks) and being online for a while is actually a helpful distraction during the lesser-uber-pain periods.

In fact I spent some of my lesser-migraine time writing this….!….

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Cluster migraines are not my friend,

I’d like this one to reach an end.

Swollen neck and throbbing brain,

Battling over and over again.

Hot wheat thingy round my neck,

Will ease it off for just a sec’.

Painkillers don’t help enough,

Anti-inflammatories, combi’ stuff.

Next will be the cooling patch,

Stuck to my head, (I’m such a catch!)

When I can’t stand sound,

It’s getting worse,

When I can’t stand light,

I inwardly curse!

Off to bed to lie in the darkness,

Another attempt to boot this daftness.

Stoopid head giving me hassle,

I want to be up, all tappity dazzle.

Nope, cluster migraine, doing its worst,

Dastardly bugger, but not my first,

I’ve had these for years now, on and off,

If it’d just go away I would happily scoff,

At its absence and at my winning through,

But it’s not gone yet, sooo totally poo!

Rhyming through the pain,

Total weirdo.

I should be in bed,

But I’m still here though!

Maaaaan, I’m tired of migraine days,

Too many in a row,

I’d like to kick it into touch,

The blasted so-and-so.

Ah well, kettle on and make some tea,

Gotta move, it’s physio time for me….!

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Migraine 2

That’s science, that is!

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Pictures sourced here.