The changeover of epilepsy drugs to try and regain control of seizures is a sluggishly slow process; adding a new one into the pot before the old one is slowly withdrawn. At the start it is hard to see through the cloud of dumbed down brain activity. Writing a line for my blog was as tricky as getting my legs to run. I have tried to capture that feeling in words...
Letters swirl in a
kaleidoscope of colour,
Transform in their chrysalis
cocoon
cups become cakes, cauliflowers
are mushrooms
Clusters of words play hide
and seek,
On the run from the trap of
my pen
they meet just out of reach
,
Ideas turn to darkness as
they slip into mist,
Print swirls in the midst of
pale pages
as thoughts tussle without
wings to fly
Like flittering butterflies sentences escape,
Paragraphs part to let them through
to soar in language laden skies
I lie in wait for a painted
Lady to settle but
the pink and white mind blurring
thieves make
my head close its eyes
before she lands
Dawn October 2013
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| Picture I took in Hidcote Gardens |
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