Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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Migraine Final

The Migraine Speaks (much to my dismay)

Yes, that ball bearing behind your right eye
It is I
Thief of thoughts
Barbed-wire butchery
Trailing tacks and nails and
prickly pins
I’ll stick in your head
‘til you wish you were dead

I strike with little warning
and lots of retching and tears
and pulling of the blinds

I am your migraine
You are my prisoner
(until the meds kick in)

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

I have not shared much in the way of my artwork, but lately I’ve taken up drawing as therapy. The picture above was drawn during a migraine, so it was quite a feat for me.

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads’ Open Link Monday, plus dverse Open Mic, and ABC Wednesday later this week… “M” is for migraine.

Hellish Mind Music

Exquisite pain
Migraine music

Satan’s symphony
starts slowly

Building, blinding
to crescendo

Muted applause
at its end

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons, all permissions given by Searobin, creator

At Poets United, Kim introduced us to William Carlos Williams’ “The Red Wheelbarrow,” a simply gorgeous poem of only eight lines and no punctuation. Read it HERE. She asked us to build in the same form a poem in which every word matters. I woke up with said migraine, so it became my subject! Ah yes, art is pain… pain is art…

This also appears near the hedges bordering the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Peace, Amy