Saintly we praise
those who taste
the forbidden fruits.

You and I – two of a kind
Spade falls into the heart
Bringing us right back up to the start
Keep your arms around me tight
Tonight, we belong to the arts.

Chopin models his lullabies
on a dark and shadowy stage
we read, drink and turn the page
on
gaily we dance into the dawn
so fond of Monet we were
painting in his palette color.

You and I – two of a kind
spade goes deeper into the heart
dragging us back with a painful start
keep your arms around me tight
tonight, we keep from falling apart

Running, sunning ourselves
in starlite bath
ignoring the aftermath
of this mess we’ve made
hiding in shadowed stage
of velvet and seude
needing nothing – seek and find
you and I are two of a kind.

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rose-colored glasses
a bit cracked and split through
shed light upon the history
of the me’s and the you’s

it’s so beautiful
an intricate, intimate blur
grasping at the temporary
craving to give it a more permanent home
just a simple shift
and it’s gone
like the sweetest kiss
a french
impression.

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Day 1 -
Life went from our own unique type of “normal”
to chaos.
Life with no restrictions suddenly became
restricted.
By rules and wires, monitors and tubes
By prognosis and new limitations.

Day 2 -
There was sleep. My own bed.
And that awful voice inside my head
filling me with guilt about going home and not spending the night there by his bedside.
There was a shower. Comfy clothes.
And then the rushing, frantic rush-hour commute to race across town
Parking garage nightmares of spiraling climbs and bad parking jobs
Hoping I could be there before he woke up.
More waiting.
More waiting.
The waiting…
for something to change
for something to be done
for anything other than this odd status-quo.

Day 3 -
There was rejoicing
I never thought happiness could be found coming from a urine sample
There was change.
Commotion, prompting, encouragement
Rising up out of bed on his own.
Walking outside of his room for the first time
His own miracle on the 3rd day.
New orders, new restrictions
Challenges that had to be met before release.
And there was relief
He was home by supper time.

My 3 days
have turned into 5
as I play mother, nurse, employee, maid
as I try to give attention to all who are asking
And the questions – how they all ask
I have a script in my head
Rehearsed from repeating his story
Edited down to a 3 minutes version so all who ask can know.

Just a few days ago
I sat looking out of large glass windows
Thinking about the kids who are sicker than my own
Who have it so much worse.
I think now on how lucky we are to be home.

Our “normal” will evolve and adapt
to accept and deal with the chaos that may follow.
The follow-ups and tests, more revolving doors and doctors
But there will be normal for us someday
Our own new special kind of normal.
And for that I am thankful.
So very, very thankful.

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Words loom before us like congenital.
Surgery.
Scary words for a child with no previous medical conditions.
A world of doctors, surgeries, revolving doors
Fears.

And we’re the lucky ones here.

What essentially may add up to nothing more than a lifelong inconvenience
Means he still has his life.
Others here… I know will not get that luxury.

We are the lucky ones.

I can’t unlearn
I can’t kiss this booboo and make it all better
I can’t do anything but offer encouragement and let the medicine (wo)men do their work.

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Poet’s Note:
This poem is written in a triple etheree style. Each line reflects a growing number of syllables, 1 through 10, and then reverses 10 through 1, finally ending in 1 through 10 again.

I had a hard time naming it. I toyed with “Ballad of John and Yoko” – taken, I know, but what a different spin this poem takes with a title such as that. I then thought about the show Firefly (Serenity, Ode to Captain Mal) but those weren’t right either. Then, out of the clear blue yonder, “Renegades” popped into  my head. And hence a title was born.

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Reblogged from Sincerely, Lori:

It's springlike outside
Sprigs of green
Pushing through unfrozen clods of dirt
Everything coming alive
   before its time.

So hard to hibernate - with a lack of snow
   as sunshine erupts through white clouds
   coloring blue skies and this month we call January.

My brain knows better
This land should be colder
   and wetter.
My bones should ache
My toes and fingers and nose should be stiff and froze.

reacting
engaging
deadly

radiant
elegant
delightful

romance
erotic
decadent

ruddy
extreme
daunting

recite
educate
dictate

reason
evade
decide

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