DawningDaytripper

Mar 21, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Purplish haze

The monitor beeping brought me around

acidic bile coating my tongue thickly

blinding pain, uncontrollable nausea

a long night of self imposed torture

what was I punishing myself for?

All the reasons pale in the release

as my friends wisely foretold

The Godly sending of Morphine

its messenger and friend anti nausea meds

which only burns a little in the IV

a kind touch from a knowing nurse

so what I wear a gown open in the back

in such attire it matters not who I am

only that I find release and comfort

So as I did before I emote anxiety

my new purplish haze is only a crutch

induced by intravenous drugs

sweet drugs

a sheltered haven in a pained storm

But it’s time to go back home now

— DawningDaytripper, Mar 21, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Robe valley, WA, USA

Favorite Poets: All of them, for differant reasons. Neopoet poets have influenced me the most over the last 2 plus years. Great teachers. Edgar Allen Poe, Dickens, way to many to list...

Critiques

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

I hope this means that

I hope this means that you're well now Julie. I hate those gowns. When I was in hospital I wore two of them, one back one front....Great poem. Rosina xena465

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

The one good thing about pain is we sure notice when we no longer are so possessed, thank you Jesus, Buddha and Krishna. Glad you're on the mend and writing, Julie. ~A Words must be used like stepping stones: lightly and with nimbleness, because if you step on them too heavily, you incur the danger of falling into the intellectual mire of logic and reason. - Balsekar

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Julie

a little while ago I was living on morph and maxalon ... trust me I hate the crap morph makes me yak ... hope your Ok don't know what you were down with (hugs) hope your feeling better btw I think this is one of the best writes I've read from you love and big hugs of healing Jayne-Chloe

seabhac

16 years 2 months ago

Sobering poem on this sunny morning

Always good to see the world in a wider context. We so often take our health so much for granted ...I should be dancing naked in the spring light with the joy of being fit and able. The poem really took me to the place you were. Hugs Seabhac

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

Julie love to you from Ann.

Ann of Norway Oh DD you got Deabhac dancing naked in the Spirng light that's quite an acheivement isn't it? Perhaps her hair will cover her up like Lady Godiva in Coventry! Next poem......? Seabhac, I don't mean anything devious with this remark, just coming to join you in your meadow of flowers! And the intoxication of Spring is definitely more desirable than that of any drugs, well almost, perhaps, not knowing much about being drunk or drugged. I do remember the chloroform white soaked mask I had to breath in when I had my tonsils out in 1945. At other operations I have not known about the effects. Julie love to you from Ann.

jim

16 years 2 months ago

WoW

The first stanza sounds like me after a night out. Quite an honest piece. Very good. Jim

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

Blew my hands up at 13, making bombs. (I use words now)

got shot up with morphine, and it gave me a taste that never went away. This is the sort of poetry I've been looking for from you Julie, personal, powerful and with a theme that can reach beyond personal experience. Cheers, Jess, “The political arena leaves one no alternative, one must either be a dunce or a rogue.” Emma Goldman

DawningDaytripper

16 years 2 months ago

thank you all for reading,

thank you all for reading, sorry I have been so wrapped up I didn't respond but thanks for reading and apreaciating the write, Rosina, Ann, Seren, Anna, Seabhac, Jess, Jim. (not in order) You guys all rock! Julie D.D.

Mandyboo

16 years 2 months ago

nice

this is a very surrel and deep poem.i enjoyed it.great job! mandyboo