Open Poetry #43 |
Hmm, I guess i could call this one, "Pulsing remembrance"? |
PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
Those blinding lights Slivering my pupils, Rigid recollections Flashing through me; Pulsing my blood thin. Tensing each muscle; Epileptic memories, Panning before me. Overwhelming my mind, Piercing every cell; Tearing ties to the past. Eyes flutter open. Once again, Those blinding lights. Sliver my pupils. Giving birth; To a new world. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Wow! this is good writing, Preston. I don't have epilepsy but have had some experiences with it (my grandmother and a good friend were epileptic) and can appreciate what you are sharing with us. Ida |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo PrestonThePoet, This is a good write. I have no problems with it. It takes me way back 55 years to a good friend in school who had epilepsy. He's one of the good guys. You have the description just right. Keep up the good writing about this subject. Bobby |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Wow! That was a mighty powerful view from the inside out! Excellent write! Linda |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Impressive write, dear Preston. Love, Margherita |
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