Day 6 of the poetry challenge was a subject that didn't inspire me - positive and negative futures focused on health. I was determined to finish them, though. To make it more interesting, I pushed myself write them in rhyme - never easy for me. Sometimes we only want to share work we think is wonderful, but I think there is a value in sharing our journey as a writer to inspire others. So here they are, my two poems on health They're nothing to write home about, but I am proud I was able to meet the challenge.
My Eyes
The promise had been cloaked
In layers of who knows.
The push was to move forward,
Dangers shared in cautious prose.
My beloved eyes now failing
The world mostly just a blur.
One last chance on the table
Everyone found to concur.
The space was white and sterile
The air was much too cold.
The overhead light is blazing
Casting shadows stark and bold.
A mask molded to my jawline
My eyes slowly drifted shut.
My mind floated off to oblivion
Thinking if this failed, then what?
Weeks in supine contemplation.
My eyes swathed in white gauze.
Lost in a world of just listening,
Anxiety sinking in its claws.
Reveal day dawned abruptly
Would my visual fog become clear.
A tense day of anticipation,
My love ones standing near.
I turn my face by intuition
Into the warmth of the blazing sun.
The bandages unwound slowly,
My emotions were on the run.
Slowly, but with great excitement
My lids chose to open wide.
Glorious, vivid colors assailed me
As I took in the bright blue skies.
My future now expanded wide,
I could frolic with delight
The doctor worked her magic
My eyes regained their sight.
Luck of the Draw
In the cosmic soup of creation
My destiny was created
The genes, my very DNA,
Held challenges dictated.
Make good choices in your life,
But choose your parents wisely.
Good genes are luck personified
Bad ones slash like a knife.
Despite my determined focus
On living long and well,
That cosmic soup condemned me
To mutations in my cells.
The big C, aka cancer,
Took over all my bones,
Treatment endured was brutal,
Distraction found within headphones.
I knew the very instant
Doc walked into my room.
Her face so very solemn
The prognosis was one of gloom.
I chose to live large and wildly,
In the months that I had left.
Then I returned back to the ether
Where I could have a welcome rest.
Now focused and determined
As I think on my returning,
That the soup which will create me
Be much, much more discerning!
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My Eyes
The promise had been cloaked
In layers of who knows.
The push was to move forward,
Dangers shared in cautious prose.
My beloved eyes now failing
The world mostly just a blur.
One last chance on the table
Everyone found to concur.
The space was white and sterile
The air was much too cold.
The overhead light is blazing
Casting shadows stark and bold.
A mask molded to my jawline
My eyes slowly drifted shut.
My mind floated off to oblivion
Thinking if this failed, then what?
Weeks in supine contemplation.
My eyes swathed in white gauze.
Lost in a world of just listening,
Anxiety sinking in its claws.
Reveal day dawned abruptly
Would my visual fog become clear.
A tense day of anticipation,
My love ones standing near.
I turn my face by intuition
Into the warmth of the blazing sun.
The bandages unwound slowly,
My emotions were on the run.
Slowly, but with great excitement
My lids chose to open wide.
Glorious, vivid colors assailed me
As I took in the bright blue skies.
My future now expanded wide,
I could frolic with delight
The doctor worked her magic
My eyes regained their sight.
Luck of the Draw
In the cosmic soup of creation
My destiny was created
The genes, my very DNA,
Held challenges dictated.
Make good choices in your life,
But choose your parents wisely.
Good genes are luck personified
Bad ones slash like a knife.
Despite my determined focus
On living long and well,
That cosmic soup condemned me
To mutations in my cells.
The big C, aka cancer,
Took over all my bones,
Treatment endured was brutal,
Distraction found within headphones.
I knew the very instant
Doc walked into my room.
Her face so very solemn
The prognosis was one of gloom.
I chose to live large and wildly,
In the months that I had left.
Then I returned back to the ether
Where I could have a welcome rest.
Now focused and determined
As I think on my returning,
That the soup which will create me
Be much, much more discerning!
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