After the Shock


my fingertips are
periwinkle petals,
& no amount
of plucking
warms me
in this pale yellowed

keep the weeds
& thistles neat,
my hair
is an overgrown
yard, complete
with sour soil
& abandoned seeds

there is only
heat on the horizon,
& I watch my lips crisp
when my reflection
is fuzzy & faceless,
but this isn’t what
hits me the hardest

I’m not sure how
I got here, & if
my eyes ever clear,
I’m not sure if truly seeing
will make things better,
or if being
so cold means I’m real

but I’m certain
of sounds from the dark
keeping me awake,
of navigating postictal
through tunneled hallways,
& of the last image
I recall before the long fall

I had never seen
so many poppies blooming
from the bodies of the dead,

I had never seen poppies so red


© Jennifer Patino (2018)


16 Comments Add yours

  1. newrana says:

    Abundant with visual imagery!! Writing poetry objectively for a great purpose is what I like more in your style. 🙂

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    1. This poem is very personal. It’s not objective at all. As always, thank you for reading. 🙏

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  2. A brilliant exposition of pain and its effects on the mind and on the body. Every verse of the poem is reeking with the pain and the shock the body goes through after an emotional shock. I loved the use of the metaphors to describe the pain. Well penned.

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    1. Thank you for reading. The shock was actually an epileptic seizure. I have woken up in the hospital on more than one occasion, not knowing how I got there. It’s never a fun experience. I was reminded of one such experience when my fingers became cold recently & I could do nothing to warm them up. For some reason, this was the case during one such hospital stay. My fingers & lips turning blue is one of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced. But again, makes for a poem, so there’s that. 🙂

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      1. I can sense that strongly in your poem.I have been a passive observer of this disease for a good part of my life and can totally relate to the pain you must have gone through but I didn’t want to comment too directly about it.
        I have written a poem about it too. Care to give it a read

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        1. Epilepsy wraps its ugly head around me, but I can’t seem to wrap my head around it. Sure, I’ll read it.

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          1. Yes its a dreadful condition. Hope you feel better!

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        2. Oh, I already have read this 🙂 & I commented. 🙂

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          1. Oh you did.Thanks so much.

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  3. I love the imagery, and I’m sorry you have to endure those kind of experiences. Beautiful work, friend.

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  4. what a beautiful piece.

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  5. Reblogged this on Daffniblog and commented:
    ❤ ❤ Love this

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