" Pain: Scattered Thoughts And Notions "

“ Pain: Scattered Thoughts And Notions “

07/27/12

To my ever, dearest, dearest friends, and constant, treasured readers,

Today—of course—is Friday, heralding, soon, an end to another week, made more or less unremarkable by utterly rampaging pain that just won’t quit; but, my dearest friends, this is hardly new, or newsworthy, for I know that you—too--suffer from illnesses and pain.

Would that I could take it from you, and, from me, so that all of us could finally take a deep breath, and relax, and begin to enjoy what life has to offer.

I cannot thank you enough for your kindness in befriending me, and keeping me ever close; for I would gladly hold you close, and pray for you, and ever wish you well.  And I thank you for your patience in reading my diary entries, something that gives me both a sense of purpose, and…makes my heart happy!

And as today is Friday, I thought I would try something different, I hope, that, in addressing pain, would seek to address it in alternative ways.  I most sincerely hope that you may find favor with it, or, failing that, find that it warrants criticism.

Either way, your comments both delight and guide me, and ever let me know that you are somehow near, my dear, sweet friends.

Onward…

‘ Conjugated Pain ‘

1)           In Latin: ‘Dolor’

2)           In Ancient Greek: ‘Odynia’

3)           In French: ‘Mal’

4)           In German: ‘Schmerz’

5)           In Morse Code: ‘P’ ( dot-dash-dash-dot )

                          ‘A’ ( dot-dash )

                          ‘ I ‘ ( dot-dot )

                          ‘ N’ ( dash-dot )

6)           In ‘Texting’: ‘ R U N GR 8 Pain ?  Me 2 ! ‘

7)           ‘ Pain, In The Style Of Keats ‘

An Ancient Ode To Pain

Across carnelian skies

Her chariot doth race;

A wan and desperate Isis

Flees a pain

She cannot bear.

Her heart’s compass—a familiar strain

that tells her sweet Osirus lingers there,

And surely, he will soothe-away each tear

That e’re would glisten fair,

Upon her beautied, marbled face.

End

8)           ‘ Pain, In The Style Of Edgar Allen Poe ‘

Ode To A Dread Concantination Of Pain

There is a mon’strous pain,

an endless pain,

that consumes the Soul again,

and, still again.

In such a fever’d state of languished agony,

dark agony,

the Pain seeks to destroy,

the Soul destroy;

and to debilitate.

And, always to remain.

End.

9)           ‘Pain, In The Style Of e.e. cummings ‘

To Pain

The trouble with great pain is that

It sneaks up to knock one flat.

End

10)     And, lastly, my dearest friends, I would like to conclude with a poem, hopefully in the style of, and in tribute to my very dear, dear friend, ‘Strenuba’, a member at MDjunction, and a superb poet in his own right.

Lament To Pain

Suffering, despairing;

gripped by pain, entire.

The awful sound

of nerve ends

screaming, dipped

in molten fire.

And steals from sleep

to ever tire.

Darkness, ever seen

through blind,

half-opened eyes.

Pain is the

Devil’s Liar.

End

My dearest friends, I wish for you a safe, pain-free, and enjoyable weekend, surrounded by family and friends who love you; I wish you a pleasant weekend, kept cool, protected from this awful Country-wide heat wave.

And I wish for you a quiet weekend, free from distress or despair, secure, and with all the happiness that your most kind hearts can hold, now, and always!

Please know I love you dearly,

‘Zahc’/Charles