"Allegory of the Five Senses" by Theodor Rombouts‘Complications’ by James B. Nicola The Society May 10, 2018 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 10 Comments I used to be politer, but more boring, my friends say. They could take me anywhere. My conversation wasn’t overbearing. My actions seemed as if I didn’t care more than was apt. Now I appear half-crazy, they tell me, and act drunk before I drink. I babble, slur my sentences, feel dizzy, and talk, invariably, before I think. One friend (a doctor) says there are diseases with hidden symptoms, like a certain flu the victim of which neither coughs nor sneezes, runs temperatures, nor shakes with an ague. —What invisible ailment are you speaking of? —How horrible! —And what are we to do?, My friends pipe. But the doctor knows—it’s love— yes, even though he still has not met you! So, till you come, my cohorts’ condemnations continue. Till then, though, I’d rather be the crudest sufferer of complications than courteous, and die of atrophy. James B. Nicola’s nonfiction book Playing the Audience won a Choice award. His two poetry collections, published by Word Poetry, are Manhattan Plaza (2014) and Stage to Page: Poems from the Theater (2016). He won a Dana Literary Award, a People’s Choice award (from Storyteller) and a Willow Review award; was nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize and once for a Rhysling Award; and was featured poet at New Formalist. A Yale graduate as well as a composer, lyricist, and playwright, James has been giving both theater and poetry workshops at libraries, literary festivals, schools, and community centers all over the country. His children’s musical Chimes: A Christmas Vaudeville premiered in Fairbanks, Alaska, where Santa Claus was rumored to be in attendance on opening night. Related Post “When Clouds Roll In” by Michael Maibach On sunny days We’re filled with “me.” “I’m on my own And feeling free!” We have our job, And casual friends. The world feels strong Lik... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 10 Responses Amy Foreman May 10, 2018 The invisible ailment, love . . . how sweet! I really enjoyed this poem, James! Reply Lenore May 10, 2018 I enjoyed this verse… a fun read! Reply Fr. Richard Libby May 10, 2018 This poem is well written and whimsical. Congratulations, Mr. Nicola! Reply Joe Tessitore May 10, 2018 Very cool! Well-done, James! Reply Jenni Wyn Hyatt May 10, 2018 I enjoyed this, too, James. Thank you. Reply C.B. Anderson May 10, 2018 Sounds almost like Lyme Disease to me, but please, by God, continue to speak (or write) your mind. And I appreciate your punctilio when it comes to the finer points of formal craft. Reply J. Simon Harris May 10, 2018 Heartwarming and very entertaining. I like the light, bouncy verse and the matching mood. Well done! Reply David Hollywood May 11, 2018 A very engaging and upstanding poem. Well done. Reply James Sale May 11, 2018 Very skilful, great fun – really enjoyed this work. Love, indeed, changes us all! Reply Kafilah Sulaimon June 4, 2018 I, TOO, WEAR BEAUTY Sometimes, I want to open my hijab, and show the world, …that I too, am beautiful in the people’s definition. But, deep down here, in my huge heart, I know that beauty is by definition, a mystery. And it is forever more rewarding, to be beautiful in God’s eyes. Sometimes, I want to wear ruffled dressed and tight jeans, show off what I really look like, under those baggy shirts and loosely fitted pants, make a statement, that I too, have a figure and worth looking at. But, I know better, to avoid entering the world of men’s imagination, for I love my future husband, and I am ashamed, what should be his, has already been unveiled by others. Sometimes, I want to show the world, the other side of me, in the raw, buff and crazier me. Put myself on display, for everyone to see, to be desired and admired upon. But, I know that eyes are not just eyes, seeing is not just seeing, Image and respect are gained, Shame and humility deserve a better place. I too wear beauty. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.