Poetry Blog by Cynthia Buell Thomas
Oh Me, Oh My!
I don't have the physical energy
I used to take for granted.
Now - pinches and jabs without warning
And the need for more rest,
Preferably in my own bed.
I'm so blessed to have a wide window
And from my pillow, trees to see.
Reaching tall over the rooftops,
Dominating the street.
In mid-winter, stripped to their naked cores,
Tuesday 21st January 2020 4:49 pm
The late afternoon sky was magnificent,
Mounded with great clouds
Sweeping overhead at different altitudes,
Bathed in the slanted rays of the sun
Dropping into the scarlet west.
I stopped at the hospital entrance
Thronged with people
Coming and going with decisive steps,
Eyes cast down, focussed on private thoughts.
A little early for my appointment,
I leaned a...
Saturday 18th January 2020 3:58 pm
My dad said,
Rubbing his nose and laying a hand
Across his heart,
I do wish you'd use your head
Besides keeping your ears apart'
Wednesday 15th January 2020 11:52 am
The common room was large,
Seating patients for diverse appointments in the area.
It was well occupied that afternoon.
My husband and I found two, vacant chairs
In the front row of one section,
Facing the same arrangement a few feet opposite.
A woman directly across from us
Was seated with her skirted knees spread widely,
Offering a view 'all the way to China'.
Friday 10th January 2020 1:14 pm
Cancer has a one track mind.
Once it enters your body
Its sole goal is: Destroy The Host!
And it is devious.
If it finds one channel barred
It seeks another.
All the natural subterfuge and medical defence
Cannot protect everything at once.
Your whole self wobbles under attack,
Trying to 'keep its feet'
As the very ground shudders.
TIME! Treatment buys time....
Monday 6th January 2020 2:16 pm