

Shared with dVerse Poetics Tuesday – use a classic opening line as an ending line. I chose Charles Bukowski’s Ham On Rye, ‘The first thing I remember is being under something.’ I’m not familiar with the story but I ended up with the idea of Hank waking from his dreams and memories of the night before.
I was terrified, my sweaty hands shaking
a brittle-boned cold heat fever
a pillow headache, suffocating
on a bilious, swollen tongue
thick with last night
smoky lungs, coughing iron filing lumps
of congealed blood
bitter, soggy pills in a pail.
She had shimmered in the weak light
through the foggy frame
whispered strawberries through rotten teeth
my ears are catching golden secrets
often repeated on other nights
in other city lights
As the working men clocked out
boots echoing toward small kitchens
a small brown bird tapped rhythmically
at the window
to bring my relief to an end
and the first thing I remember
is being under something.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Brilliant imagery that really draws us in – the contrast between strawberries and rotten teeth was particularly gripping! Jae
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Thanks Jae 🙏
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Great job, Shaun!
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Cheers Dwight 🙏
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You’ve woven terrific sensual imagery into this poem, Shaun, to lead your reader to the final line. When said aloud, ‘brittle-boned cold heat fever’ is like stuttering and teeth chattering; I could feel the ‘bilious, swollen tongue thick with last night’ and smell the ‘whispered strawberries through rotten teeth’.
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Thanks Kim 🙏 I’m very happy with this one 😃
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a joy to read and re-read- gritty and very visual. These lines especially memorable for me:
“my ears are catching golden secretsoften repeated on other nightsin other city lights”
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Thanks so much Laura 🙏
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Great write Shaun – painting a picture of the morning after or withdrawal, that intersection of physical sickness and surreal, memory. Your rhythm is jagged, which fits the ‘shaking’ theme perfectly 🙌
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Thanks Ange 🙏
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You captured the morning after so well, Shaun. Very visceral and visual imagery.
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Thanks Punam 🙏
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Shaun are you sure he’s still alive? Or does he find himself in the bardo?
This is a haunting dream, and if it is a recurring one, he needs to decipher it so it will go away.
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I think he has the same questions Lisa!
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