Dark, Fresh and Blooming

You shan’t be ruled by your gut,
the doctor says. These 40 pills
could leave you feeling
like a violet in spring.

Dark, fresh and blooming?
I feel my heart brighten,
more than ready to sprout.

No, he tells me, purple.

I can do purple (easy, heart of mine),
some of my best friends are purple.
If that’s all it takes, I’ll rule my gut.
This spring, it will be me and the—

There is a little more, he says.
Swallowing the bullets—I don’t think
you can bite these—will help you
ignore anyone who’s talking.
You won’t even have to look at them.

I can endure
dizziness (easy, heart of mine);
those around me will understand
loopy. Purple and aloof, I can do.

No, he says to me, deaf and blind.

I watch him, and smile
with a lot of sharp teeth.

Easy, heart of mine,
let’s look in the bright side of dark.
Next spring, we might be able to sprout
as Eliot’s corpse,
and pick at a mute doctor’s brains.

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Process Note: some might say that my sense of humor is much too dark to be funny. But I’m already brilliant, happy, and seriously sexy, so a traditional sense of humor might be way too much to ask for. Before I posted this, I asked one of my dear doctors to read it—he laughed like a lunatic, and said, “Women Marines make the bravest patients in the world.” I figured I should tell him about the poem, so that if he ever ran into it, he wouldn’t think that I was fantasizing about munching on his brains. Really, sir, I don’t want to do that. Honest. The caramel-filled chocolates you keep on your desk though… considered them gone.

“Eliot’s corpse”: reference to a corpse that might sprout in The Waste Land, by T. S. Eliot.

a wee announcement – Amy, one of the Wicked Darling participants, started this event without a blog. Now she has Sunshine and Daisies, if you pls. Fly over to her cyber-cottage and welcome her to blog land, spend a bit of time exploring her bright garden, steal a flower… Because that’s what we do—show up at the houses of strangers and make ourselves at home. 😀

written for The Poesy of Side Effects – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 4 of 30)
and for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – “Spring is the time of land’s awakening”

Foxglove, Debbie Ballou Sladek
“Foxglove, Pickering Garden, Wash.”, by Debbie Ballou Sladek
(I know these aren’t violets, but how can anyone put a violet before these beauties?)
Find more stunning examples of Debbie’s work at her Website;
and, like me, become completely addicted to her Instagram feed.

I Am Tired…

…but still pushing for blooms.

My alarm woke me up at 5:00am. I took my medications and went back to bed—weeks of trying not to puke my guts out after taking my meds have helped me realize that sleeping an hour or two, after the morning doses, lowers their nauseating side effects. I got back up at 7 or so… my flesh and bones felt like a frozen lump of lead… I passed out again, and didn’t get up until noon…

I’m starting to feel rather sympathetic towards Spring. I’ve seen her trying her best to push Old Man Winter away—we’ve had a few days that kissed 70 degrees Fahrenheit, crocuses and tulips are starting to sprout, dogwoods are blooming, and the blue jay that steals my peppers has been making rounds… Spring is moving forward, even when she has to paddle through Winter’s ice.

True Spring will get here soon… then Summer’s heated kiss… But until Nature, my will (and manmade remedies) melt the ice out of my flesh and bones, I shall keep writing my-Self awake.

What have you been up to, my Wicked Luvs? How’s spring behaving in your bit of the world?

Tulip Sprout