Jazz Study in Time: Migraine


Jazz Study in Time: Migraine

How the body expends its pain,
receptors enunciating their message,

all of one pulse: outward then in,
ice pushing through glass,

metal’s red glow searing flesh,
and the moments between

the piercing and acceptance, the
dull and incomprehensible whirl

of lights flashing from midnight
to snowflake, returning, always there.

Abstract swirl

36 thoughts on “Jazz Study in Time: Migraine

    • Me too! I had them for a few months one year and believe they were the result of getting conked on the head by a 4 x 4 in a work accident. I remember sitting in class one day, with tears streaming down my face. A miserable few months!

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    • It knocked me to my knees, but I didn’t need stitches. Didn’t go to the doctor until the headaches began days later. I was hard-headed, and not overly bright back then. Nowadays I’m not so hard-headed. πŸ™‚

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  1. Robert, you bring it all back. The flickering, the sudden inexplicable feeling of distance and a cocoon soon to be pierced by the need to lie in the dark, all the while watching constellations form and disappear, constellations all inside. I’m glad to hear you are no longer afflicted.

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  2. Nice! Migraines & Insomnia are mood killers true 😦 they are like my shadows. I never found inspiration in mood killers, guess that’s what makes you a good poet. πŸ™‚ I guess I might write something about insomnia. Thanks for triggering my thoughts πŸ™‚
    Visit my blog when you’re free. https://pensandstrokes.wordpress.com/ It’s a work in progress, so you only have a little to scroll through πŸ˜‰ thanks once again for inspiring amateurs like me.

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  3. THanks for stoppong by my blog today. I appreciate it. πŸ™‚

    “Ice pushing through glass…” – the perfect expression of the existential aspect of depression! ε…ˆη”Ÿγ―ε€©ζ‰γ§γ™γ‚ˆοΌ

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  4. Knock on wood (or my skull), I don’t experience headaches very often. Other pains, well, that’s a different story. This really brings the pain ‘home’ to me, so I can be more understanding when others (such as my husband) do go through them. I knew they were terrible, assailing banshees, but with the imagery here (especially ice pushing through glass), well, you not only illuminate migraines but make them wondrous and lovely in their violence. That’s quite a gift you have there, Bob!

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