Estranged and Cut off

Searching for the Shadows of Oz? Here is my entry: “Sister to Storm to Dirt to Flame”. I was going to say that this introduction reads strange and out of place, but considering the poem I wrote for the event… perhaps not so much.

Now, for Day 12 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015… When I first thought about writing 30 poems for the cruellest month, I was going to focus on topics related to chronic pain. Detachment and alienation are often at the center of the lives of people who have to alter their lifestyle due to a change in health. But there are many other situations that feed these cold, lonely monsters… Today’s prompt invites our muses to explore the difficult topics of Alienation and Detachment. The definitions below come from Dictionary.com.

Detachment (noun)
1. Indifference to other people or to one’s surroundings; aloofness
2. Freedom from self-interest or bias; disinterest
3. The act of disengaging or separating something

Alienation (noun)
1. A turning away; estrangement
2. The state of being an outsider or the feeling of being isolated, as from society
3. (Psychiatry) a state in which a person’s feelings are inhibited so that eventually both the self and the external world seem unreal

Instructions

* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you back (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will bring you closer to wonderfully Wicked Darlings.

Dearest Detachment, by MeganDearest Detachment”, by Megan Sterling

His Fingers Play Their Magic into My Flesh

Fingers spread,
hands flat against the mattress,
hips moving slightly, up and down
up and down—searching
for the spot
where relief is almost, almost, almost…
No.

A fractious moan feeds on the heat
gathered in my hip,
and flies out of my lips
into his ear.

Without speaking, he grabs “the good oil”
and straddles the back of my thighs;
he cradles my hips with his legs
and with strong fingers starts playing
familiar keys on my back,

“Here?”

“A bit to the left.”

“Right here?”

“Yes, but harder.”

“Like this?”

“Oh…”

His fingers find the inflamed spot
and play
their magic into my flesh.

My lower back
drinks the comfort of his touch,
welcomes relief
that warms each muscle,
and soothes me
near pain-less
to the bone.

Process Note: When my chronic pain began to worsen, about 18 months ago, my Piano Man began the ritual of rubbing my back night before bed. His hands, his love, his patience and generous amounts of “the good oil” are my best and most welcome form of fast relief. This poem describes our nightly dance… Well, some of our dance; the other parts might be suited for a rather racier blog *cough*.

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NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 10 – Poetry for the Blood, Flesh, Bone and Spirit: Our poems should read like a relaxation chant… unwind us to the bone.

His Fingers Play Their Magic on Me

Poetry for the Blood, Flesh, Bone and Spirit

You know those days when stress and deep aches set between your shoulder blades, shoot down into the middle of your lower back, and leave you feeling like a lump of pain who happens to have a name?

I think we’ve all suffered them… They can be caused by illness, too much work, too little sleep, by too many laws keeping a person from getting out of her car and swiftly strangling the idiot who cut her off in traffic and then flipped her off when she blew her horn… Well, my Wicked Luvs, today’s poem is meant to soothe our blood, flesh, bone and spirit when one of these days sneaks up on us and slaps us weary.

On Day 10 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Our poems should read like a relaxation chant; every line should unwind us to the bone.

Instructions

* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you back (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will chant a soul (or 13) into smiling like a loon. Seriously.

No Paradize, by Nik Helbig“No Paradise”, by Nik Helbig
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