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it takes one silence
to enter another
silence to draw words
out of poetry
in that quite spot in us
.

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it takes one silence
to enter another
silence to draw words
out of poetry
in that quite spot in us
.
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I am sweetly stuck
with poetry
that runs around me
.
1.
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
.
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
.
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
.
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
.
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
.
*
waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
.
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*
waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
.
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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
.
*
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
.
*
I delight in getting lost
in the space within me
.
when I am reminded
of it by my patient soul
.
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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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*
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
.
*
I know I know
I know others
are deaf and blind
.
they hear not nor
see anything
I mean to explain
they care not
.
I know you know
you know others
who don’t
.
*
the days I’ve got
to teach
.
I wake up
before the birds do
.
I leave
in the dark
with dark I return
.
stars shining
their smiles
which I return
.
*
standing strong
in my solitude
sweet moments
of deep joy out
of my own well
.
*
I do not ever
want to leave
this silence
.
this peace that
scared me yesterday
prelude of heaven
.
as I remember it
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