A Write to Overcome!

 A WRITE TO OVERCOME! *

An all encompassing hollow ache

resonates with nauseating discomfort;

both mind and body scream aloud,

enforcing tears upon an erstwhile stoic frame.

No knowledge can determine

whether these tears, yelled expletives

or vocalized profanities,

none of which were hoped for,

can proffer relief. The question stands

unanswered, by any reasoned response,

how best to cope with the inexplicable,

opioid defying, prolonged aching pain;

there is no where

or way to turn,

one simply endures

until the next reprieve.

Malcolm Evison

15 – 03 - 18

*also a RITE and/or a RIGHT but firstly the WRITE is for a purpose

When I Could - a poem apropos chronic illness

When I Could

           (apropos ME)*

when I could

I often did

at very least

I tried

now I cannot

it crucifies

  

my past life

truly died

Malcolm Evison

31 January 2018

   * Myalgic Encephalomyelitis – but also me!

from a scribbled note 02 April 2017

Proprietary Rites

PROPRIETARY RITES

These aches, these cruel

crucifying pains

do not belong to me -

today they own me,

clamping my lower limbs

in their psychotic embrace.

Through throbbing knees

and tiresome aching hips

they pour out scorn

on all my hopes

of overcoming;

today, they overwhelm me.

Malcolm Evison

14 September 2017

(Draft V)

For These Small Mercies (we proffer thanks)

For These Small Mercies (we proffer thanks)

Today, so far at least,

is one of gentle shattered-ness;

welcome relief

from yesterday’s griping

pain and aches.

An ever present undertow,

of generalized discomfort,

still leaves the space

for a richly varied range

of sensory attacks.

Will it be muscles,

joints, gastritis, or other

less easily defined

components of

the neurological kind.

Today at least

I have enjoyed a time

of gentle relaxation,

an ease of body

and a calmer mind.

                                          Malcolm Evison

                               20 July 2017

in the moment

my faithful hound 
displays that ease
of being in the moment -

eyes closed
and lips aligned
into a smile

suggesting ecstasy -
composure
as in a state of bliss -

it thrills
yet fills me
brim full of envy 

as health concerns
and turmoil of emotions
have long since 

cast aside
such calm 
assurance



malcolm evison
15 february 2017

and still - the dog walks me (first draft)

legs quivering, 
like a spluttering candle,
I wondered 
if they would carry me
down footpath and bridleways
of Piper's evening walk. 

I managed,just; then felt 
relieved to reach 
the portal
of our shared abode. 

Exhaustion breaks me, the result
not only of today's exertion but, 
rather a reminder
of last night's sparse
and troubled sleep.

The sun may shine
on just and unjust alike -
but then it rains

it pours, a plenitude
of aches and pains,

a multitude
of torments to endure




malcolm evison
15 november 2016

Restless - Illustrated Poem

Although I published the text only version of this poem earlier in the year, I am now posting this illustrated version as the poem seems to reflect my most recent post on 'The Word of Sinna Luvva' -


A CRY of SELF-PITY – an ATTEMPT to EXORCISE the PAIN

and other joys of life

AND OTHER JOYS OF LIFE

tears, anger,

and other joys

of life

numb my brain -

access the darker

recess

of a shattered mind

only

to emphasize

the limitations

of a failing

bodily

frame

malcolm evison

03 May 2016