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When pain takes over

 "When pain takes over" 

 

When pain takes over so unkind

and floods with dissonance in our mind

all things take on another light

 

All colours temporarily fade

their power bleached to shades

like jet black night

 

all textures once so sensitive

to touch by hand or body

now so slight

 

all thoughts distorted inside out

and muddled or befuddled

try as I might

 

all movements hindered false

so now I cannot waltz or dance

'tis such a plight

 

all vision blurred and melding

when before it was so crisp

my dying sight

 

all food becomes the same

no seasoning can help

try though I might

 

all drink flows down just as before

and wine its magic cure now gone

not quite

 

my body now descends to earth

its weight now unsupported

loosing height

 

my skin becomes so wizened

no more a sheen so nice

more like a blight

 

my mirrored image can't be true

I see myself anew

and what a fright

 

not grumbling as I near my end

the efforts not worth spending

so trite

 

my friends support me as they can

with poems, love and happy mien

all right

 

but soon no more my pains will conquer

as my end I near, but till then

I'll fight

 

and when I'm gone you'll hear my song

on winds that trees caress

you'll bless me 

out of sight.







— Nordic cloud, Sep 20, 2009

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Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

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DawningDaytripper

DawningDaytripper

16 years 8 months ago

What a magical and beautiful

What a magical and beautiful write, if not just a touch scary beautiful Ann of Norway. Your presence and fanciful flow entice me on-word in your dance of words, they carried me as a waltz would along a comfortably pattern and gait. My Grandmother was a Ballerina, it took me back to the music room as she would work me through the basics steps. A brilliant light shining through the upstairs window with a steady rhythm... "1 n 2 n 3 n 4, 1 n 2 n 3 n 4...... Up, hold and down. Again,!" Now I couldn't recreate it for you, ha, but that was a magically time for me. You still dance very well my dear Ann of Norway. Julie D.D.
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lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Ann H

A great analogy of what we all must face. As you say, fight.The love of those around us and to be who we are inside is more precious than any face in the mirror. I see change in people but when we talk I see them as I did 10 yrs ago. I do not know why, I only see my self changing. I suppose we all feel like that. Well, I enjoyed this piece. Love Lyz. XX
O

Orphani

16 years 8 months ago

dear Ann, No blight will

dear Ann, No blight will ever touch the beauty of your spirit.What you have given to this life ,and what you have yet to give, will never leave you ,and is forever your gift to us all ........o
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Oh wow! O

Your comment is, is, is, so sensitively beautiful, if that be so then you have given me a gift with your words, you moved me. How, if, should one claim such sympathy of feeling? I know not how to word it as I stumble through your lovely words, slightly drunk. I am not used to such , such, such... Could anyone ever say such lovely things as you have here? Dear O to utter these words it is yourself who possesses these thoughts and therefore you too who are those things. I mirror your sentiments to you with thank you from the heart. Aw shucks what language, ach weel, with love Ann