Here
Friday, February 27th, 2009
I’ve come here
for healing.
I always
have even
when I was
better than
I am now.
Here I am
twice-times ill:
the cancer
they cut out,
the treatment
they say will
be my cure.
Nausea
fatigue, and
breathlessness –
numbness in
my fingers
and my feet
and beyond,
or perhaps
I should say
beneath, these,
my extremities.
I’ve come here
before but
now I’m here
for healing.
Enlightening, touching and memorable. Thanks for sharing this.
Orna
I am so pleased you chose to share this in poetic form. Here the trees are budding, the daffodils are blooming, scilla and grape hyacinth, wildflowers, soon you will see them too.
THE GREEN CURTAIN FALLS
For some, Spring comes when the calendar says so,
the number beckons inside its box
on a page beneath the yellow daffodils or goldfinch.
It’s a countdown to a non-event
but an artificial rite of annual passage
immortalized in music, poems and politics,
as in Prague.
For some it’s when the lilac blooms
all threat of frost
chased by warming trends
that also bring tornado,
hurricane and thunderstorm.
For some it’s the changing color
when late evening sun
marches through the trees
on far sloping hillsides.
What was once golden,
copper, orange or red
ripens green and verdant,
deepens and matures,
eclipses brown,
progress marked by the
marching boxes on
the daffodil page.
Hi Orna
Haven’t been here for a while…
Loved your poem.
Here’s to healing.
Siobhán
Dearest Orna, I read this and a HUGE wave of peace came over me. I also felt a great sense of YOU. So much courage, grace and integrity packed into one soul. I read this and felt washed clean, like after standing in a heavy rain. I felt more sense of ME. I think because there is such an honest sense of YOU in this poem. It made me feel more real, more whole. I love you for that. You are in my thoughts and prayer. You are beautiful. Love, Robin
this made me cry, I’m not sure why. for you or for me? Or maybe everyone? Awesome.