Thursday, June 23, 2011

Spasticity Poem I




Quit pulling my leg,
You rowdy MonSter,
Couldn’t sleep past 4
Again.





Never knew what spasms were
When patients told me,

Hard to see,

Calf goes flat,



The Pain,

A Whimper,


A Grimace,
A bite of the tongue,

A face washed of smiles.

First goes flat, then gnarly, the muscles contract

In a schizophrenic symphony,

Discordant,

All wrong.

Rub my knee, flex my foot,

Jump out of bed, stomp like a weird dance,

Go away you spasms and pain,


Die you MonSter,
Die.







5 comments:

  1. Very nice. The words, not the spasms.
    Judy

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  2. Thanks Judy, loved your poem as well. I love your comments as always. I understand that it is hard to thumbs up when part of it sucks . Is there a symbol for that? :) mary

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  3. Hi Mary,
    Thanks for sharing your poem.
    Love,
    Herrad

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