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Summer A/C – A Six Months Diary Recollection In Five Parts – Life Is Complicated

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I had to get A/C

this summer

I had no choice

.

not the one that refreshes you

the one that burns inside

called chemotherapy

.

red not the least

that’s how they call it

abroad Red Devil

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2.

after a springtime

quite upsetting

first the diagnosis

.

then the tests results

always the opposite

of what I was hoping for

.

the metastasis going

thank goodness mine was a slow one

the hospitalization the surgery

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3.

came recovery from surgery

infinite the time of the drainages and edemas

and the infection at the expander inserted

.

we made it just in time

right by the wee day to get to

the medical therapy necessary

.

considered the difficult nature

of the cells mutated in the darkness

of my perfect body as I saw it

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4.

this A/C is hell

inside of you the portable one

it goes in up your veins all around

.

inside your body

attaching every single cells

you can feel it scorching them

.

you try to go on with your day

– I will rest I will get over this –

but you spend your time

.

listening to set off alarms

to observe what is going on

now in the central part

.

of your poor body

a planet on fire every thing burning

a country invaded

.

busy to defend itself

to free itself confused holds in and release

you sail – filled up with nausea

.

every thing moves

but not you – you have to be still

in the dark in the shadow

.

nowhere to be found it’s the torrid summer

everyone is on holiday at the sea or where is fresh

and you child of the sun – to live –

.

you got your A/C and you stayed home

with nausea but not from a boat

hot flashes but not from the beach

.

transformed in the fugitive of light and heat

as they seem to be the unnecessary flames

that lights the gas in my veins

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5.

I go out after sunset a bit

if I manage four steps and a bit of a chat

otherwise I observe I lay and lose

.

the good cells and the disobeying ones

the digestive and intestinal

order I have always had so far

.

I observe perplexed this war

my body lives amplified

I though surgery was the worse part

.

almost as observing earth

from far away consuming itself in conflicts

on my top I become the moon

.

on my night pillow I don’t spread any more

the constellations of the serene nights

of my long white hair scattered

.

now I find the stubs of my very short hair

what is left until I will be shiny on top with a new shape

I will have to get used to that too

.

at the end of this complete makeover

that would not leave anything unturned

what light will ever shine out of me

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Hospital Time

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in silence

is solace

is healing

.

in silence

sleeps comes

taking me places

.

while my healing

is weaved inside

my wounded body

.

silence is planning

my next steps to

warn off the enemy

.

that came inside

as shift as a thief

the cancerous cells

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Children Asleep

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how many times

have I tried to

describe the

feeling of

tenderness

arising in me

in a poem

.

as I walked the

garden at night

at dusk or through

cloudy days when

your little heads

are reclined all

closed down as

.

children asleep

.

the daisies would

not hear me

nearing them

a motherless

woman being

the greatest

mother of all

.

Black Rim

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I walk around my

small land where trees

abound and I have

a restlessness this year

I never had as if

my garden and I have lost

communication

.

but I attend the land a lot

.

I sit waiting as at

the bed of a sick child to

whom nobody hands

water exhausted

I tighten my hands one

with the other in

silent pain I look down

.

to the aging skin

to the black rim under

my nails its dirt

sticking to me my garden’s

way to hold onto me

.

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On Tenderness – Dec.2021

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where did my soul go

she’s hurt and offended

she’s hiding from me

from others I will go now

looking for her I will

walk long step after step

until the blood pumps

until the heart awakens

until my legs hurt no more

until I could hear my soul’s

voice calling me out to be

taken softly in my arms

.

A River Pouring from California Notebooks

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a river pouring
you are not rushing

.
to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain

.
I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace

.
strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful

.
to be tell me what is
new today with you

.

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Prelude

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I do not ever

want to leave

this silence

.

this peace that

scared me yesterday

prelude of heaven

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as I remember it

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