Warped
I walk the walls,
my head around the corner
that lies beyond the door.
Precarious in this chair on the ceiling,
I cling to the fan that should not be
on the floor above me, spinning
me in starts and stops. In a world
of contradictions, I touch nothing
and everything at the same time.
Vertigo, my isolation.
This poem is my response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #126,
where the theme is Isolation.
rivrvlogr 
Truly wonderful, I felt this, you have described my moment.
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Thank you, Paul, and I’m sorry you’ve experienced this.
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Well, I put it as experience, but wow what a connect.
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Damn that’s good. Damn that hell. Twisted. Clinging. Alive with power. Screaming with pain. Is it too early to tell you that is my favorite movie? Jimmy Stewart et al. The music moves in my brain. I weep for the woman, flailing, falling from the tower. Tarot Hitchcock. Twice. He freaking did it twice. What a horrible, killing movie. Love you Ken. Take care. Rest. Sleep. Recover for another few years of freedom.
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Thank you, Daniel.
Yes, classic Hitchcock.
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Now MY head’s spinning. Well done!
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Thanks, Ron. 🙂 Hopefully that’s as close as you get to it.
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Quite the depiction of extreme dizziness – you capture the disorientation with fan on floor!
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Thank you! 😀 Tis but a dream now, but it sure seemed real.
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That’s the way the whole world feels these days (k)
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Oh, yeah!
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I’ve suffered from vertigo in the past. But this is the first time I’ve come across such a poetic description of it 🙂 Thanks for joining in!
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Thank you, Reena, and thanks for the prompt. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Warped ….. by rivrlogr
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Thank you for sharing this, Reena.
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sounds like agony
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Indeed, but getting much better (so far).
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YAY!
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Great job, Ken.
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Thank you, Robbie. 🙂
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Ken, I do so feel for you.
A fantastic poem was born out of the pain and vertigo so something positive
out of the negative.
Wishing you more and more moments of wellness.
miriam
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Thank you, Miriam. Better each day, now.
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Wonderful poem, Ken–though I’m sorry it’s based on your reality.
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Thank you, Merril. Fortunately, it’s an infrequent ailment.
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