The band around the head
compresses.
Waves,
lost ideas,
press in,
squish out.
Opportunities extruded
and left behind.
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(Expect more than a few concussion related poems this month)
poem- holding May 9, 2015
Your hands
grip your head,
hide your hurt,
hold that history
in your hands.
poem- simmering October 3, 2014
Wake with the head ache.
Set willow bark shavings
simmering on the stove
fifteen minutes to a rich russet hue.
Steep for an hour, salicin leeching.
Sip all day the natural medicine.
Heal the head.
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While I am a terrible gardener (I have no patience, and forget to water) I am intrigued with botanical medicines. In Outlander, the character of Claire is an expert in this area, and author Diana Gabaldon has studied thoroughly to make her books accurate. One of Claire’s stand-by medicines is willow bark tea, so when I saw willow bark for sale at the local health food store, I had to give it a try. It’s not bad tasting (just like willow smells, if that makes sense) and it does sooth a head ache, as well as keeping you hydrated.
ouch April 26, 2013
head in vice
waves of fire engulf me,
then ebb, and I’m left drenched
boiling in my skin
head in vice
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I’m home sick today. This is why. 😦 These debilitating waves have been coming all morning. It’s horrible. I was in bed until noon, when the need for pain killer forced me to move. It is not pretty. I hope you’re having a much better day!
Migraine June 20, 2010
a gleam in the distance
a vice on the temples
a tempest in the stomach
an echoing in the ears
an agony in the light
an explosion in my head
paralysis
© Shawn Bird 2010
Shawn L. Bird 