Irena Pasvinter

Don’t know about yours; my headache
Comes from sleepless nights, stupid worries,
From straining to understand in vain,
From a missed cup of tea or a glass of water,
From words that pretend to be a poem
But are really only good for a headache.

What does it matter where it comes from?
When it’s here, the only thing that counts
Is the time of its departure — unknown.
Bring in painkillers. Stop wondering about
Where the bloody headache comes from.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.

Posted on December 22, 2012, in Irena Pasvinter, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. MM has three more poems from Irena Pasvinter, and this is the first. And I have to say I agree, expect for those headaches of existential origin…I feel a headache coming on.

    Read more or Irena’s good work by clicking the link and following “Older Posts”:

  2. A pressure cooker pressed down poem of intensity with an ultrasound mentality with a heady hearty imagery with brilliantly doctored and credulous language centering on an unbearable condition in life with vivid emotion and perceptive diagnosis.

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