All Synapses Firing

A late, but very welcome, entry to the Painful Silence poetry challenge.

method two madness

pain-close-up-s

the world is flat and old
and yet it reels
divides conceals

my brain throbs silver gold
just like dead air
it isn’t there

this heat grows ever cold
in pulsing swells
a taunting hell

an absence that won’t hold
agitated
terminated

Long ago and far away, Jane Dougherty posed her next-to-last poetry challenge, “Painful Silence”, with this evocative migrane-inspired image:

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 The end of September was right when Nina and I began our break and it took me several weeks to complete the embroidered collage.  The repetition of stitching is very satisfying and a good antidote to agitation for me though.  So it worked on many levels.

pain-s

I did Jane’s final poetry challenge too; to be posted at some future date.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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