Brain Hurts
Brain Hurts
My brain hurts
from inhaled pain,
swollen now
to not quite sane.
Nought it knows
will be the same,
nor answer to
its (or my) name.
My heart hurts
with built-in stain;
it’s been set
by drenching rain;
what washes it
might have a name,
but I don’t know it
just the same.
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Very much a draft ditty for May 1 and Kerry O’Connor’s 55 word prompt on Real Toads. I’m just doing recycled drawings at the moment; this of a brain in bed, with canine companion.
Tags: 55 word poem, brain in bed with canine campanion, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, manicddaily, sore brain poem, sore heart poem
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ManicDDaily 
May 2, 2016 at 2:47 am
I do like the brain in bed! Particularly with canine companion. Poor thing, hope it feels better soon.
May 2, 2016 at 7:42 am
Rather a chilling 55, k–how often our brains ache with some strange possession–you give a very real twist to the knife of perception here, because so often we don’t know that name. the incantatory rhyme just seems to make it all more sinister.
May 2, 2016 at 11:54 am
Thank heavens for canine companions, on such days. Love the ditty, and the drawing, very much.
May 2, 2016 at 12:31 pm
My brain aches constantly! I enjoyed this very much!
May 2, 2016 at 7:27 pm
“inhaled pain” — I love this. And I get migraines – and have a sweet pup – so I LOVE the illustration.