Posts Tagged ‘health’

Sunladen

Posted: September 19, 2021 in Poetry
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SUNLADEN
By David Allen

She was a sunladen maiden,
a bronzed beauty
born of sunkissed beaches
and winter tanning beds.
But the ultraviolent rays
photoaged her
and her darkened skin
turned leathery,
with wallowed wrinkles
and blotched barnacles.
Cancer threatened her days.
She had been sunsuckered.
Brown is beautiful,
the fashion mags stressed.
And now she’s sunsundered,
cloaked head-to-toe
to hide the tandamage. 

NOTE: This poem was a challenge from the Last stanza Poetry Association to write a poem with invented words that sound like they're not. Did you stumble over them?






									

			

						

				

					
THE WAITING

					
						Posted: October 15, 2014 in Poetry						

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THE WAITING

 By David Allen


Waiting 15 Minutes


This time it’s waiting

 For the ortho doc

 To tell me the MRI shows

 What I already know.

 And there’s not much

 That can be done.

 So, why am I here?

 He has the power of the pills

 That I will swill when the pain

 Becomes too much to bear.

 So, here I sit and contemplate.

 What pain reliever this time

 Will be my fate?


Waiting 20 Minutes


Waiting in the examination room

 For 20 minutes reminds me

 Of days covering boring trials

 When I was a newspaper reporter.

 I wrote poems to while the time away.

 The poems are coming!

 The poems are coming!

 So what if the doc is taking his time?

 My brain is full of ink.


Waiting 25 minutes


It’s amazing how I have

 Absolutely no pain now that

 I am waiting for the ortho doc

 To come and tell me

 What bad shape I’m in.


Waiting 30 minutes


Does anyone know

 I am here?

 It’s been 30 minutes

 And I fear

 The ortho doc

 Is on an extended

 Coffee break

 And his staff

 Mistakenly filed

 My chart away.


Waiting 35 minutes


Knock Knock

 Who’s there?

 I am.

 It’s been 35 minutes

 Since the nice nurse

 Said you’d be right with me.

 This is not right

 With me.


Waiting 40 minutes


There’s the sound of laughter

 In the hallway outside this room.

 Does it mean the ortho doc

 Will soon appear?

 Is there something in my chart

 Amusing him?

 Is this terrible waiting

 Some initiation prank

 For the new patient?

 Must not be.

 I hear the footsteps

 Fading away.

 So, I wait.


Waiting 45 minutes


Well, that was quick.

 After 45 minutes of waiting

 The ortho doc spent 7 minutes

 Showing me the MRI pictures

 And explaining how bad

 My spine was screwed up,

 And that I need to see a neurosurgeon

 Who will stick needles in me

 To assess what to do next.


I await in dulled

 Expectation.


'Mister Wilcox! Back in the little room! You haven't waited nervous and half naked the required 50 minutes for the doctor to see you.'

									

			

						

				

					
ALL NIGHT LONG

					
						Posted: August 5, 2014 in Poetry						

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ALL NIGHT LONG




All night long,

 I’ve been wishing on this fading star.

 But my thoughts won’t go that far,

 and your health, like the star, is fading.


It was the first star to come out last night,

 bright against the fast darkening sky.

 But now, I can barely see —

 it’s gone from me.


All night long,

 I’ve been worried that your strength is gone,

 you’ve been fighting this for far too long.

 Your health, like this star, stopped shining.


I should go back inside our room,

 but I’m too afraid I’ll catch the gloom,

 it’s too hard to be at ease

 with this disease.


All night long,

 I’ve been sitting here while you’re in bed,

 wishing you were sleeping, knowing instead

 that you lie awake, body hurting.


I can see no other woman as my wife

 to you I pledge my all, I’d gladly give my life

 If it’d mean a cure for you

 That’s what I’d do.


All night long,

 I’ve been putting my words to song,

 singing for my love, but something’s wrong,

 your health, like this song, stopped rhyming.


      By David Allen


 


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