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the beautiful voices
by Michele Schottelkorbi hear them
the beautiful voices
as if in a dream
~outside my windowsill
yetÂ…
it is not a dreamÂ… but, a surreal reality
the tiny, soft, strong voice of her
the small, gentle, grounded voice of him
from my bed of agony
a smile spreads across my pain-stricken face
for, despite my ills
i am comfortable
and whole.
you say i am beautifulÂ…
you make me beautiful
and if I should die in this familiar tomb
i would die happy
listening to the voices that make me comfortable
and whole
and complete.05/25/2004 Author's Note: Journal poetry… this probably belongs in my journal, but i wanted it in with my works… last Sunday, i was afflicted with a blasted migraine… this is what i heard and felt listening to my husband and daughter play in the backyard, outside my open bedroom window… i am a fortunate woman, in that my daughter and husband tell me on a regular basis how beautiful i am to them… in my opinion, they make me beautiful… it’s the little things, you know?
Posted on 05/26/2004
Copyright © 2024 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/26/04 at 03:26 AM Migraine pain sends you into a dream-like state. You seem to hover in a state of pain and dreams where everything is distorted. Keen observation and perfect images capture this experience. Great (if no a tad bit painful) read. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/27/04 at 12:09 AM Wonderful expression of spirit Michele, and dang those migranes. I'm fortunate now not to suffer from headaches, though had migranes as a child, so bad I'd get sick to my stomach and have to lie in bed with the curtains drawn; even the slightest sound like a clap of thunder. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/27/04 at 11:26 AM no question! you are beautiful, Michele.
who says so, everybody does! that's who and I in addition to everyone. |
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