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.
“Jazz Study in Time” first appeared on the blog in December 2015.
O at the Edges 
That’s a migraine, all right.
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Oh, yeah. Nasty!
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Never had a migraine, but gee there’s some images/lines in this one! “ice pushing through glass” and ” lights flashing from midnight to snowflake…” I can barely comprehend that first one, but working to understand its sensation rewards me
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Thanks, Frank. They can be crushing! I’m glad migraines seem to be a thing of the past for me.
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