Auscultation of a migraine
that is today
when its yesterday once more
and tomorrow is still
far away in oblivion
i wake up early
to check if the fever is gone
It has but the dull
headache is now a thumping
one
i dread it and wish it to go
but its here
not on my invite
but pushed its way through
seeing a gaping hole
in me
ever since i climbed those stairs
on Friday
one step at a time
each heavier than the earlier
the thud is now
resounding in my ears
Let me now meditate
on the deep sound
of the drive,
the whoosh of a swing
and ah! the plop of my putt;
The troughts of these sounds
diving in the rustles of breath
as it flows in and out of me,
with the crests riding
on the circumambulating
lub dub of my beat
And thats how
you see,
I prodded the sneaky
thief out of me
saying to myself
'Let there be resonance'
and there was resonance.
Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2024-07-21 at 20:21
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Sunday Afternoon
One sunday afternoonthat is today
when its yesterday once more
and tomorrow is still
far away in oblivion
i wake up early
to check if the fever is gone
It has but the dull
headache is now a thumping
one
i dread it and wish it to go
but its here
not on my invite
but pushed its way through
seeing a gaping hole
in me
ever since i climbed those stairs
on Friday
one step at a time
each heavier than the earlier
the thud is now
resounding in my ears
Let me now meditate
on the deep sound
of the drive,
the whoosh of a swing
and ah! the plop of my putt;
The troughts of these sounds
diving in the rustles of breath
as it flows in and out of me,
with the crests riding
on the circumambulating
lub dub of my beat
And thats how
you see,
I prodded the sneaky
thief out of me
saying to myself
'Let there be resonance'
and there was resonance.
Poetry by Sona
Read 65 times
Written on 2024-07-21 at 20:21
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