March 19, 2016

Migraine comes unwanted.

Like Spring and Winter

In a tug-of-war

Migraine is the rope.

Like Past and Future

In a clash of wills.

Migraine numbs desire.

Like a blacksmith’s

fire and bellows

Migraine hammers the anvil.

Like the Ebb and Flow

of ocean waves

Migraine pounds 

And finally recedes.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Alan j Wright
    Mar 19, 2016 @ 23:16:25

    My first reaction is that migraine doesn’t deserve this amount of attention. migraine won’t appreciate your words, but as a fellow sufferer, I most certainly do. Your effective use of repetition in your poem stands as symbolism for the recurring pain a migraine delivers. On the other side of the migraine you have written well. Hope you stay that way…


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