Showing posts with label free form poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label free form poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

RLS....an experience...

Today is Saturday
the cat is gray....
the rain won't go away,
I can't sit still, my legs are on a mission
my neck finds no comfortable position
Scratching my calf..my legs stiffen
..TAKE A PILL
before it's too late....
the misery of faraway reaching 
..that still
does not scratch that delicious spot..
won't abate
Restless, sleepless
it helps to sway
they say it's a nerve condition
cannot exercise it away
invisible..treated with skepticism

People mock sardonically
 I toss and turn all night...  
...kicking involuntarily
having to move, I rub my knees
...such a strange malady!                                                                              
Steady worsening means                                                                               my relaxed legs 
pacing  constantly
..kind of burn or ache... 
heightened sensitivity
..hard to describe..
possibly like being on speed
Heavy eyelids make it impossible
to watch TV 
Not obsessive compulsive disorder,
hypochondria or ADHD 
not psychosomatic or 
my imagination
Drives me crazy!

Ask those with a similar plight
finding a way to live with degrees
of chronic pains, no end in sight
Amazingly, an antidote 
now exists to relieve 
symptoms, 
to be taken at onset 
..before it attacks
more dopamine                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     ......otherwise it has to run it's course....and yes,
IT IS REAL...and it's got a hold on me..
                              ,,,,,, it's not make believe





 It's Open Link Night at  dversepoets.com :

 I wrote this in the middle of a Restless Leg Syndrome episode..I understand if you should  laugh, but it is a real condition I've had for several years now.  Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome were once thought to be fabrications or misdiagnoses, even hallucinatory.. and so it is with RLS.  Since the G Nome has been isolated, more diseases as well are being understood.  We now know this is can be treated with a derivative of a drug used to treat Parkinson's Disease, and I don't know what I would do without it as it allows me to sleep.  The same is true for varied uses of anti-convulsive medicines..they have a variety of helpful uses.. other than the obvious.  Education is always helpful.  There are much worse things, but this can interfere, although distraction from pain can help.  The controversy lies in the source of the syndrome.  Thanks in advance for reading;)


Saturday, December 29, 2012

Clickety click of change..


Over at  dVerse Poets Pub Dversepoets.com lovely Claudia suggests we write about change, turnings taking place...she gave us a wide latitude, with the New Year on the way, for all types of change...

Once, 
she worked 9 to 5
in the secretarial pool..first ladies of the
pantsuit desk set... buttoned down
blue collar blouse....
..shorthand tablet
at the ready
Brassy,
clickety click 
of typewriters
halted abruptly..
whingg!
A long whistle sounded,
emptying rows of desks
Prattling, they punched cards.. 
Down,
crowding into an
elevator..
wrought iron
40's type..
10 floors to the 
main lobby of the department store..out 
the glass swiveling doors.. onto the neon lit puddled sidewalk
Night..
found them at the darkly Rose Cafe..a joint that played the blues, served stiff Martinis...for a time, a speak easy, of an era when art nouveau  flourished..with olives, she preferred two.  Blythe spirits jitterbugging..dancing the flat foot floozy...
Noises echo now....in my minds eye I see them...or is it a movie screen?

Changes, 
 ...the world would soon be at 
war, second one..
Facing the abyss,  ladies united,
worked two jobs - as riveters,  making
parachutes, packing ammunition
The tenderer sex had to
ration, sacrifice...
a patriotism few questioned
Clickety clack,
machines drown out
gay voices and song... 

70 years go by..
new doors open, new paths to travel 
We fly around the world in no time..
Ladies today can be anything..an executrix,
win congressional seats..
Well...
then there are micro chips...
Generations make rapid strides..
for all we know Hillary will be President
one day, and Bill
will be the first First Gentleman
Change..
I have a feeling it's always going to be 
something BIG.. in store for you and me
.
Clickety click...
a toast, so "let's have another cup of coffee,
another piece of pie!"