from
a breathing slab of meat
where tubes and wires host
as gas subdues a conscious mind
to beneath the torture of today
whence superhumans, opera clad
tear learnedly of my flesh
to
post op hell of veinous fluid
coursing through every channel
now nausea owns the day
and searing pain dances it's yo-yo
of scheduled nursing's kindness dose
somewhere a pathetic whimper sounds
come on tomorrow!
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written in August 2018 in hospital recovering from an operation. Originally posted on MPS in same month.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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Comments9
A descriptive write dusk.
You should've been there orchi.
Well written, Dusk.
Had a sense of being there. So many experienced memories.
So grateful that it's all over. The next chapter was cancer.... maybe it still is, expecting results thursday.... fingers crossed.
Dusk,
Thank you for sharing your poem.
I can relate to your written words…
more than I’d like to;
but, your last line says it best…
“come on tomorrow!”
Laura🌻
I've pretty well always had a positive outlook even though i look to the future for what i call avoidable snags.
Thank you again for your comments Laura, always appreciated.
I certainly agree with you, Dusk.
Che sarà sarà…
‘Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see…’
This is more meaningful to me nowadays than ever before.
Every tomorrow is a blessing as the years take their toll. My guardian angel looks on.
YES🌻
A powerful write here dusk arising, I felt your pain, especially whilst reading the second stanza, but the last line is testament to the strength you have.
Bravo, and I hope that there are no long-term malingering after effects.
Stay safe!
Thanks Auburn, waiting to hear the outcome of a biopsy. Planning for a future beyond it though.
You're welcome dusk arising, and my fingers are crossed for you for a good result.
Stay safe in the madness!
A vassal recounting of event endured. A superb writing
Thank you very much indeed.
Ouch ... this was no splinter removal.. this one is truly felt ...
You dont expect to be in pain after an op do you. This was keyhole surgery and what they dont tell you about is how your body fights back (with painful after effects) after all the plunging, cutting, tugging and pulling of the intrusions into your torso.
Thank goodness for pain killers.
A terrible ouch of a write dear Dusk - your pen described well the repercussions of intrusive surgery and am glad that was back in 2018 and hoping things are now better.
Things move forward as ever, currently waiting for biopsy results later this week to see how it effects the future.
Thank goodness for the advancement of modern medicine and the brilliant persons who are able to put their skills and knowledge into improving the quality of life and indeed the saving of life among us all. And the wonderful, wonderful nursing staff who tend us in these times of need.
I second that my friend - nursing staff are very special people indeed. All best wishes for a successful result of the biopsy..
Your tomorrow arrived and each new tomorrow will be wonderful d a.
Andy
Just keep 'em coming Andy.
I couldn't help but involuntarily wince
brilliantly worded, dear poet
How to convey pain you've volunterred for in a poem? Without sadism here lol. Not a lot of opportunity to try that from first hand experience and i don't fancy experiencing further pain to repeat the exercise to be honest. But a wince is good enough a response though i apologise for it's discomfort.
Thank you for your comments LBM and continued support of my scratchings.
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