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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 18. Cinquains for Sadness
Hospital
Fans whir,
IV bags drip,
alarms ring, unanswered;
bustle, chatter in the hallway
leaks in;
good cheer
mixed with medical urgency
observe vital signals;
and through it all,
she sleeps.
In the Night
Just dregs
remain in the
bottom of the bottle,
bitter maroon moments too hard
to drink;
we can't
filter them out or remove them
as time slowly decants
its wine in our
glasses.
At Daybreak
Hollow,
bereft within,
robbed of all emotion
which lubricates and cushions each
new shock;
long past
is the sharp stab, the ragged ache;
now, numbness seeps slowly,
infiltrating
all thought.
Reflections
I doubt
my own hurt is
more important than yours,
nor deeper, nor broader, nor more
profound;
it's not
magnitude or significance
that matters, but just mere
proximity
to pain.
Although
my hurt is mine,
I share experience
with a family of three billion
others;
who says
my melancholy exceeds theirs,
our burdens unequal?
For we were born
brothers.
Remembering
Echoes
reverberate
in memory's caverns,
scents of baking and raspberries
resound;
apples
picked in late September sunshine,
sparkle like mineshaft gems,
whispering in
the dark.
Questions
linger like mist,
unanswered dawn vapors
swirling, ascending, re-forming
as clouds;
broad day
neither evaporates nor clears
these grey conscience heartaches,
but gathers them
for rain.
I learned
to rhyme with thyme,
turn letters into words,
spell 'succinct' and 'Schenectady'
by heart;
I can
make my pronouns and verbs agree,
but cannot figure out
how I might say
goodbye.
Like grain,
disassembled
virtue and kind wisdom,
smiles and idiosyncrasies
undone;
sift these,
and particles of pain and strife
blow away on the breeze,
leaving laughter
and love.
Prayer
Faith in
God the Father
means one can rage against
the creator for almighty
errors;
I can't
call probability bad names,
nor wail at random chance,
and neither looks
like me.
- 11
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