Saturday, January 7, 2012

149 Degrees

A Tesla infrared machine
like the desert in a box
releasing copper from my blood
in sadness droplets
pen starts crying
black like the foot bath
my fingerprints toxic
my sadness so small
in the face of the endless
quiet at the bottom of my heart -
no one else is waiting there
just my invincible twin

4 comments:

S.E. Ingraham said...

oooh - this gave me literal chills ... so many great images "pen starts crying" - "my sadness so small in the face of the endless quiet" very, very cool

Victoria said...

Wow, Bill. This holds pain and uncertaintly as I read it. I want to know the back story as my nurse-mind takes me all over the place. So well written.

William A. Sigler said...

S.E. - thanks for your kind words. Chills - a funny thought given the 149 degree heat generated by the infared sauna (made in Alberta don't you know).

Victoria - thanks as ever for your loving and wise support. This poem was about the half hour spent therapeutically in said infrared sauna, and the thoughts I could capture in my wobbly mind as my pen literally melted. That kinda takes the fun out of it, doesn't it?

Lyn said...

I like the invincible twin very much..a great comfort, I'm sure...