Somehow there's blue

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I struggle every day to remain well,
It's an obstacle course, of sorts,
Yesterday, I was ko'd, knocked out,
But before the count of 10 I was
Up again, fighting to recover balance, poise, on my toes.
Today I fast
Hoping I will recover, in time
To watch a film, have a meal,
Get up from my bed. Be well.
It's been like this since cancer struck.
Illness has liberated me from any vestiges of arrogant complacency.
When I can walk, I look at people's
faces and wonder what crosses
they themselves must carry.
The secret is to see myself as lucky
my family, my writing  my pup,  music and study
All insulate me from the demons of despair.
But, on wild nights or windy, I wonder
Where we'd be without this fall into mortality:
a pre-lapsarian paradise where those we love will never die
and nightingales will, forever, sing in full-throated ease
beneath the truest and bluest of high summer skies.

 

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◄ Poem for an anonymous Moorish Poet on the defeat at Seville November 1248

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John Marks

Mon 26th Jul 2021 20:17

Thank you Holden, Mark, Stephen and Tom. Your support sustains me.

“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

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Tom

Mon 26th Jul 2021 16:44

Beautiful John, thanks for sharing. I love the last few lines in particular. 😃

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 26th Jul 2021 15:18

We are lucky to have your writing shared with us, John. Good health to you!

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 26th Jul 2021 13:02

Illness is, indeed, the great leveller - in a bed and out of it!
We all have to cope as best we can when it arrives in its various
unwanted forms. Good sense, good advice and good treatment
combine to fight it and, hopefully, see it retreat in disarray!
Good health!

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