People and events have triggered my emotions which expressed themselves in poetic form, not in any regular formal tradition more as an expression of ideas or feelings. The pattern of the poems came from the sound of the words in my mind not from any formal poetic arrangement. Ged

Friday, 20 May 2011

From There to Just About Here

I have been in hospital for the last few days for a major operation. Such an event on life's journey certainly makes us stop and think. The wonders of modern medicine are contrasted by the timeless emotions which grip the mind and remind us of our immortality. But, thankfully, life goes on.

     From-
Patient waiting
     To-
Unconsciousness
     While-
The butcher’s healing cut,
Invasive plucking,
And selective drawing,
Invades the integrity of my being
     To-
Slipping and sliding in and out of awareness
And its relief and despair
     To-
Existing in that numbing pain:
Pain which draws the mind in on itself,
Into self-pity and hopelessness,
Banishing the warmth of creative thought,
Others’  love, and
 Ideas, dreams and hopeful images.
  
Then-
Begins the slow toil of recovery,
The growing awareness of life’s breath.
Of hope’s victory over despair
Of faltering footsteps,
     Bright-eyed attention,
              And thankfulness
Which be-gets healing.

The long lane wends into the mists of tomorrow;
A long lane to somewhere
Not yet sign posted,
But not quite where I stood before.

May 2011

2 comments:

  1. I really like this- very powerful.

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  2. Thanks for the comment. I thought my mind was numb and empty and then these words flowed through my pen.

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