Crawl Through Glass
Hours---mine have been a turtle’s crawl through broken
glass.
How did life disappear into a camera shot?
One day I was capturing sand and sea through my lens.
The next I was a semi invalid staring at swollen fingers
that could barely hold a cup.
I can’t quiet the poetry. Fear strikes my brain with its
hammering,
“Will you ever write again?”
Feet Can’t Dance
Damn my feet that don’t want to carry me across the room.
Those pain pills on the counter might as well be on the
moon.
I can’t reach either destination.
I’m so angry I can’t dance. I am a free spirit glued to a
recliner.
Slipping Into Death
My face feels crushed. Pain---I can’t stand it. I don’t
want
to go to the emergency room again. Will death take it
away?
I am too weak to fight. Darkness is becoming more
comforting.
My body shivers from 103 degrees.
Charlie, promise me you will publish my book.
The Erosion of Self Sufficiency
I can’t dress myself….agony is putting on a t- shirt.
Potty chair, shower seat…
How did I turn eighty? Angels get tired. I see Charlie’s
wings drooping. Windows
all around. The mailbox is so far away. Was it two weeks
ago that I dodged raindrops
to see what was inside?
Hell Has a Prescription Name
Double pneumonia, a possible secondary infection
attacking the joints,
perhaps you should see an infectious disease doctor, no a
rheumatologist.
Have I done anything different? Think, break through the
fog.
Medicine...I started taking Cozaar. Side effects, what
are they?
Respiratory infections, swelling in face, hands, feet,
knee pain, depression,
hell has a prescription name.
Rising on prayers and good thoughts
Not another pill…throw the bottle away. Each day some
improvement…
That is what Charlie tells me. Depression is still
clouding hope.
Friends and family are praying. Best wishes sent daily.
Standing on my own, where’s my cane? Freedom hobbles on
swollen feet.
My fingers are moving again….so
many tears. I actually write a few words.
Poetry has returned. Thank you..tiny
words with enormous gratitude.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Kerry at Real Toads gave us the challenge to paint with words using the Zhuihitsu method.
My world the last month has been dark so that is the pallet I chose to paint from.
Comments
My heart goes out to you for this suffering Susie. Thanks goodness you are not going through this alone and, I'm certain you will make a full recovery because you yourself will make it so!
Take care of you, there is one thing that you will never lose, the poetry in you. :)
I am so grateful and relieved that you are beginning to recover. Wow, what a scare!
Fantastic writing, kiddo!
From the frying pan into the fire is a saying that pertains to prescription drug reactions. Feel better, poet, kiss your angels, and write.
Susie, sharing like this is such a generous thing to do - it does (and will) give me and others strength when hardships arrives at our door. Keep us informed as to your progress as we Toads worry about you... but it seems like your lovely spirit has kicked in and is fighting the good fight.