Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Next

she said
they found it again
just a little piece
on my lung
which is where it goes
next

she said
but they got it all
I'm fine

she said
he says I'm strong
with my women friends
and then I go home
and fall apart

she said
but you know
I'm doing lots of
yoga and meditation

she said
give me a call
let me know
when you're singing
next

she said
see you
later

15 Comments:

Blogger alan said...

Terror
of a
different
form!

Always
lurking,
vicious-
unrelenting!

ALong with so many things that rend my heart, this evil ranks right "up there". Too many loved ones lost...

alan

8/29/2006 9:45 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

Heart rending.

8/29/2006 9:52 AM  
Blogger firebird said...

...and isn't it that intolerable fear that makes us reach out to the important things--like friendship, music, meditation--?
If we just can hold on to the hope, and live one day at a time!
My heart goes out to her...I'm sure she appreciates having a friend like you...thanks for sharing.

8/29/2006 10:32 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

You relate such a story in this little poem of tragic proportions... in the end, we do suffer alone. But we are always brave. Your portrait is one of sympathy, love, understanding.

8/29/2006 2:42 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

I can see why objectivity would be an issue here. In the "conversational" format of this poem you have related all the uglies that go along with cancer very effectively. No wailing and gnashing of teeth, just presented in a real life way. Excellent poem MB!!

8/29/2006 3:10 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

thank you
you have given voice to words we cannot say.

8/29/2006 3:29 PM  
Blogger gracie said...

so much is said.. and not said... but felt
just like your writing - thank you.

8/29/2006 5:30 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

ordinary conversation about everything but the ordinary.

the power behind the scenes.

8/29/2006 6:08 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Dang.

Am hoping it's not inspired by someone close to you.

Anyway (catches her breath):
Love the off-metric stilted
rhythm carries me
into the
poem.

8/29/2006 6:40 PM  
Blogger floots said...

bleak
by definition
but also consoling
in its humanity
beautifully done

8/29/2006 7:04 PM  
Blogger rdl said...

very strong- so few words speaks volumes.

8/29/2006 7:32 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

Too many voices to revere your own for healing. That little piece of lung is important. Are you breathing?

Mb, my healing prayers are with you.

Mb said her poetry is powerful!

8/30/2006 10:54 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

How much you say here, so deftly with few words. Hope you do see her later. Years and years from now, too.

8/30/2006 12:42 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

This is really gut renching-the aquardness of disscussion about the thing we most need to talk about-simple yet so powerful

8/31/2006 10:55 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, all. Life is difficult at times. So much beauty and so much pain. I am holding her in my heart, and feeling much gratitude for the good health of my own lungs. Gratitude as well for all your kind comments and good wishes.

8/31/2006 4:29 PM  

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