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Needles of Grass
Needles of grass,
their never-ending rage;
a ghost fire, spreading
the slow burn
that licks at my calves,
that makes my toes seize
and my fingers buzz,
fighting the hollow
numbness that encroaches,
harbingers of the
saccharine drip,
crystallizing synapses.
Eroding the perception of
sight and thought that
drowns in a single depth.
The ebbing of low tide
on a beach of finest silt,
unable to support
anything heavier than the
sea salt that
weeps from my nostrils.
A cycle, a cyst;
moon phases
extolling their revelation.
A parasitic resolve reading a
muted fortune as seen through
facets of a diamond
that never realizes its own
appreciation,
only the inevitable.
Unable to grant that this too
shall pass, when I'm reduced to
crawl through needles of grass.
This is a piece I wrote seven years ago about my diabetes, and is posted as a non-entry example in my currently hosted DUP competition "Sweet Death, One Drop at a Time".
their never-ending rage;
a ghost fire, spreading
the slow burn
that licks at my calves,
that makes my toes seize
and my fingers buzz,
fighting the hollow
numbness that encroaches,
harbingers of the
saccharine drip,
crystallizing synapses.
Eroding the perception of
sight and thought that
drowns in a single depth.
The ebbing of low tide
on a beach of finest silt,
unable to support
anything heavier than the
sea salt that
weeps from my nostrils.
A cycle, a cyst;
moon phases
extolling their revelation.
A parasitic resolve reading a
muted fortune as seen through
facets of a diamond
that never realizes its own
appreciation,
only the inevitable.
Unable to grant that this too
shall pass, when I'm reduced to
crawl through needles of grass.
This is a piece I wrote seven years ago about my diabetes, and is posted as a non-entry example in my currently hosted DUP competition "Sweet Death, One Drop at a Time".
Published 1st Nov 2017
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3rd Nov 2017 2:33am
I love the nature images, it has a lot of meaning even without being about diabetes, the title seems kind of universal..
3rd Nov 2017 6:24am
Thank you so much, my dear, for such a lovely sentiment for me and my effort. It means a lot.
12th Jan 2018 8:47pm
This was delicious
i could bathe in the vocabulary alone.
i Love the turning of pricking blades of grass for diabetic nerve pain association...astounding transition.
"a ghost fire, spreading"-and phantoms consumed the night
"Eroding the perception of
sight and thought that
drowns in a single depth. "- like top soil after farmers churned the same crops to many years in a row
"that never realizes its own
appreciation,
only the inevitable.
Unable to grant that this too
shall pass, when I'm reduced to
crawl through needles of grass. "- i dont have diabetes but i have planters fasciitis which restricts me to pretty much working sit down jobs ( currently at CVS Caremark mail order prescriptions) so this is still very relatable and engrossing.
splendid poem Jade-Pandora, you live up to your reputation as a tyrant of words....well played ma'am. great pick for a throwback poem.
fell free to stop by anytime if you feel up for a read. i've also been doing tapestry poems lately i'd love to do one with you sometime if you're ever free.
i'll catch you on the flip side.
https://zaroffpoetry.wordpress.com/
i could bathe in the vocabulary alone.
i Love the turning of pricking blades of grass for diabetic nerve pain association...astounding transition.
"a ghost fire, spreading"-and phantoms consumed the night
"Eroding the perception of
sight and thought that
drowns in a single depth. "- like top soil after farmers churned the same crops to many years in a row
"that never realizes its own
appreciation,
only the inevitable.
Unable to grant that this too
shall pass, when I'm reduced to
crawl through needles of grass. "- i dont have diabetes but i have planters fasciitis which restricts me to pretty much working sit down jobs ( currently at CVS Caremark mail order prescriptions) so this is still very relatable and engrossing.
splendid poem Jade-Pandora, you live up to your reputation as a tyrant of words....well played ma'am. great pick for a throwback poem.
fell free to stop by anytime if you feel up for a read. i've also been doing tapestry poems lately i'd love to do one with you sometime if you're ever free.
i'll catch you on the flip side.
https://zaroffpoetry.wordpress.com/
13th Jan 2018 4:39am
Thank you most graciously, samael, for your generous share of words that shows how my piece has touched you. And as you've said... on the flip side. :)
I can never share the story this reminds me of.
I've skipped around, but I'm officially on Needles of Grass, page six.
I've skipped around, but I'm officially on Needles of Grass, page six.
14th May 2018 7:40am
