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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
