Storms

More black than red,
blood gathers in the tube
puncturing the crux
of left elbow –

a drip, drip of saline
curtails effects of dehydration,
while the newly infused
Gravol spreads – a calm
settling nausea; I sigh

Tests indicate an invader –
infection toppling an already
fragile system, cannot afford
the onslaught..

Hours later, I lie watching
as a storm rages outside –
the sweltering heat
having peaked,
now clashing with
cooler air advancing

Partner tracks the weather
patterns on apps, alerts
me of approaching systems

but I don’t need technology
am feeling resonance with
nature’s thunderous fracas.

(Today’s prompts are as follows:  Fandango’s One Word Challenge is curtail,
Ragtag Community’s offering is trace, and Daily Addictions is afford.)

Photo is from personal collection.  With the help of wonder drugs, I am at home recuperating.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

10 thoughts on “Storms”

  1. Love the connection somehow reminding me of Lear on the heath (rage, rage). Maybe it’s nature’s sympathetic rhythm. Hope you feel better soon.

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  2. This is designed so beautifully, a clear picture before my eyes:

    “a drip, drip of saline
    curtails effects of dehydration,
    while the newly infused
    Gravel spreads – a calm
    settling nausea; I sigh”

    And the closure is such a powerful epiphany…Loved it… Thank you for sharing such experience….

    More power to you! Take care!

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