Showing posts with label Breast Cancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Breast Cancer. Show all posts

Sunday, March 30, 2014

April's Promises




are for mortals.





The timid bud


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arrests a restless mind


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and 


feathered hopes wing away







taking us with them. 



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For
Flesh and blood


do the miracles of April


unfold.



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From 

paper and pen

does the heart's beat

rise.  





  
And it's all for

the people I care about

to whom I wish

April's Promises.



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This post is dedicated to 

everyone

overcoming cancer.
(I am fine, my dear friends. This is just a poem dedicated to others)



To R. F.

Tasting

a sudden landing
of oregano on the tongue
brings a dead uncle back
to a family picnic.  Bulbous boysenberries

between the teeth squirt a sweet punch
of childhood Sundays, and playful
plosives release an airflow of thought
on the tongue blade.  The mouth

Is a feast.

But the words

I have breast cancer

are hard to swallow.  Fricatives
strike like primal impulses
on a battlefield
of teeth on flesh. Vowels

piston five syllables, mashing
a bland unbelief that you spit out
when you say them. Fear
puddles in the soft-mouthed life

of morning when you wake
and I say them
with you,

Tasting.



anita rivera©
winter 2014







Monday, August 12, 2013

While Waiting In The CT Scan Room of The Hospital

I fan through a magazine 

noticing a model's

bold red lips kissing the 

happy

stripes of a lollypop  



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when I realize under the

 hot white lights 

of the

CT scan room

that the blaze of contrasts

in the photo

collide

with my ability 

to focus
  
which make me slightly dizzy

*****

 however

the white and aqua

on the next page


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are mirrored

 by beach vignettes



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while serene scenes 

of  

home and garden

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help

 

the colors of this hour

to join 

at a horizon 



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and then as 

the doctor comes in with 

the results of the 

second mammography 

which warranted concern

it's helpful to observe

how

candescense 

unites with 

 the velvet darkness

of an image 
  
to make

comforting impression.

  

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(The results were negative - this is a poem to describe the challenge of the moment to see light in the potential darkness)