Poem -
Post- Migraine
~~After the migraine come the vivid dreams,
Then the clarity of thought
Reality seems more “real” somehow
(Twice this has led to psychosis)
And the psychiatrists in my mind
Are let loose:
Repeating words and statements
About me
(Echoes of things
Said in the past).
One stands with a cane,
Makes a declaration
Of my character;
Bangs the cane down hard
On the desk:
Events unfold like steps
Running downwards
In different directions
Showing who am.
The words are not just words
They define me.
I can see then who
I really am
And how it has been
Reflected in my circumstances
And interactions
Down the years.
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Comments
Wow Michael!!..........never read you before (my loss).............the honesty of this is powerfully enigmatic...........it's like glimpsing someone's dream............with VERY vivid imagery to promote the compelling nature of the piece............I love your word choices & phrasing............well conceived and Beautifully delivered.............well done my friend..............Love and Rockets!!...........T xo
Thank you for your comment. I'm hoping to add some more poems- and maybe stories- shortly.
It carries why Tony, brief leads us through the mind of the author of a series of events and situations that have marked his life. The mind is even today still a complete unknown, an unknown who studies Freud and Froom still has many unknowns and many things to discover.
Says Michael:
“Las palabras no son tan sólo palabras, Me definen. Veo entonces que soy en realidad y cómo ha sido reflejada en mis circunstancias personales, y todas esas interacciones provocadas por los años”
When she was three years had a premonitory dream in my crib, in this dream, gaze at something my physical eyes had never seen mountains, ravines and the bottom of the sea, never forgot that dream, later checked that you became a reality. Greetings and welcome to COSMOFUNNEL, a perfect home for writers, poets, and artists.