Assault

What fueled this latest assault
on her body?  Six months
had sailed by without any
type of attack, and now
she is at the mercy
of double vision–unbalanced,
unable to guess when
the symptoms will cease.
This onset triggers
that old anxiety–fear of leaving
the house.  Next day, listlessness
sets in, wasting her day.  Vertigo
is a cage, keeping her prisoner,
with no sure way to break out
for good.

  

Written for:  http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com #150

Words:  type, easy, double, mercy, cage, list, trigger, assault, fuel, guess, six

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to Assault

  1. This is so bleak, but very well-done bleak! We certainly went in two completely different.directions with this wordle, did we not? BTW, I tried to find a place to comment on your African Violets haiku, but could not find a place for it. Weird! So, I want you to know how lovely that one is as well. Have a great week.

    Paula

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  2. whimsygizmo says:

    This is so well done. I wrote a wordle, and I still never would have realized this was one. Praying it’s not about YOU, though.

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  3. whimsygizmo says:

    Ugh. So sorry. Sending hugs and prayers.

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