Pruning Unseen Giants

Armor weaved out of sundried palm leaves, her Quixote was perfect for my straightjacketed Dulcinea. With red thread, I stitched a white habit out of an armful of my baby brother’s best cloth diapers. The costume was tight around my ankles. I moved an inch and something ripped—my mother is going to wring my neck.

The red stitches caused a riot: Mother Superior blamed my “wilds” on pliable rulers. But Sister Virtudes de la Piedad said that plastic had similar howl-birthing powers.

I was punished in plastic. I didn’t howl or ask for redemption, but said to Mother and Sister that they were unfair and braindead. Quixote was told never to speak to me again. I thought she would fight for us. But her eyes were heavy with the shame she was told I should have felt… And she ran away to befriend giant-thought-sucking windmills.

armed in power red
Panza’s bare feet kiss the soil
prune unseen giants

Note: one of my best friends says that “pain is a betrayer”. I agree with her. Pain attacks from within, and it makes the whole thing feel as if it is your fault. It leaves the mind and body hurt and confused, asking: Why are you doing this? What do you want for me?

NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero, Day 2 – Creativity and Pain: “This poem should explore creativity as a healing salve, as a shield, as a weapon, or as a negotiation method to use when dealing with physical and/or psychological pain.”

linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Mama Zen said, “Today, I want you to tell us about the house that built you. It doesn’t have to be an actual house; it can be a school house, a house of worship, a tree-house…. any place from your younger years that has special meaning to you now.” My house is bright red.

Tilting at Windmills, by Galen ValleTilting at Windmills ©2015 Galen Valle

Creativity and Pain

Day 2 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015 is strutting into the cyber room… Are you still breathing, my Wicked Luvs? I’ve been gasping like a maniac, and it has nothing to do with being tired or with Day 2’s wonderful swagger. It’s just yesterday’s responses to “The Birth of Your Art” prompt: they were that good.

Today we’ll move on to Creativity and Pain; specifically, on how we use one in order to live with the other. In my case, when it comes to chronic pain management, storytelling and poetry are my most powerful tools: I use them to celebrate my victories, to rage over setbacks, to write myself into places my left hip can no longer take me, to create and maintain relationships with others, to stay alive… and often kicking.

What about you, my Wicked Luvs? How do you use (or imagine others can use): Creativity to make Pain bearable? Today’s “poem should explore creativity as a healing salve, as a shield, as a weapon, or as a negotiation method to use when dealing with physical and/or psychological pain.”


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Goddess Gone Vampire

by SunshineShelle
I chose this image for this prompt, because Shelle said this lady “started as a Goddess of Love… and ended as a vampire”, which reminded her of the makeup she wore in the 80’s. With pain as with creativity, we can always make something with what we have… or at least, we should give it a go.