Photo from diseaseproof.com
vitreous mosaics
of chaotic yellow-green
arrogant ampules
archaeology discovers
under unmade beds
tell their decadent
broken glass histories
in ancient cut
opioid hieroglyphs
tinted by tears
painless bodies
cannot decipher
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Poesy plus Polemics 
The amount and constitution of pills one takes as the body breaks down is unimaginable to able bodied/minded people. You express this so well in your poem.
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Indeed, they cannot understand.
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Great imagery here. ‘Opioid hieroglyphs’ was very powerful.
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Very glad it worked for you. Thanks.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Reblogged this on The Rocky Summit and commented:
I cannot recommend people read this author’s blog every week. He’s also published a book that I’m ordering today. What he writes is hauntingly beautiful and thought provoking. Your mind will compulsively expand upon reading his writing. His poetry and prose will stay with you as your subconscious feeds on the layers of meaning, nourishing your heart and soul with previously unknown perspective.
I am reblogging this particular poem because it strikes my very core. Careful cost-benefit analysis compels me to reject synthetic comfort in favor of living live with discomfort so great it severely limits even my range of movement (I have 30% ROM in my neck). What Pail has written here explains why I gladly choose to live this way.
Thank you, Paul, for, once again, endowing my day with meaning and clarity.
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your extraordinary comment leaves me humbled and speechless – may God bless you and grant you ease of your pain
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Well deserved. 😉
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Thank you so much. For your good wishes and the consolation your writing offers.
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Thank you so much.
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“Your mind will compulsively expand upon reading his writing. His poetry and prose will stay with you as your subconscious feeds on the layers of meaning, nourishing your heart and soul with previously unknown perspective.”
Whoa! What a compliment! 😀
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as I said above, I’m speechless – and grateful
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😉
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It was well deserved!
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Indeed. 😀
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Please excuse the typos. I do my WP reading on my iPad, which means that when I want to comment, I must type in a small box. Betwixt that, my not so great vision, and auto correct, comments like the above are the result.
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Strong, powerful–opioid hieroglyphs worked for me too. I lost some years (can’t remember how many, as opioids cancel out a lot of memory function–which can be a mercy)–before I realized the very temporary condition “pain free”, had become a 24/7 “freedom” from all thought, creativity, interaction with the conscious “living” world. It was a horrid sort of waking death, day after day–nothing about eternal “rest” to it. So I’ll take the pain now–it’s more productive–and when it subsides for a time, the JOY is glorious. It’s Friday, I’m rambling on and on….
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I agree wholeheartedly – but pain is a powerful foe
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Oh I know, I’m not diminishing the impact whatsoever; some days it’s like choosing one hell over another.
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Reblogged this on misplaced smiles.
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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My absolute pleasure! 😉
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