Cancer is, verse 1

Cancer is

Invasive
Pervasive
A bad dream
That won't go away

Horrendous
Tremendous
A nightmare
That stays in the day

One minute you're normal
Relatively speaking
Next moment you're shrieking
To relative strangers

And relatives come
To be with you and hold you
But when they go home
You can't go with them

Because you've got cancer
And cancer has got you
And now you are different
And nothing's the same

Cancer is

Hateful
Ugly and spiteful
Full of dis - eases
That give you no rest

Cancer is

Tiring
Exhaustive, expiring
You just want this nightmare
Of daytime to end

Sometimes you're lucky
And cancer is vanquished
Cut out by ruthless
Surgeons with blades

But you are still thankful
For scars that run crazy
Because for the blades
The cancer would spread

But cancer cut out
Is not cancer over
There is no peacetime
Once wartime has ceased

Because of a small chance
Or maybe a large chance
That cancer may come back
Or linger within

So you never rest easy
No sleeping as babies
For once cancer has you
It never lets go

Artwumyn 2008

Time Stands Still

The last post to my blog was in 2007. Over two years have passed since. Why the gap? In a word - Cancer. I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer in October of 2007. In January of 2008 I underwent a mastectomy. Physical recovery was normal, but emotional and spiritual recovery has taken much longer than I could have imagined. I went through all the stages of grief, both for the loss and for the change in body image. In the last few months I have felt ready to take on more of life.

This is much abbreviated, but I may post more detail later. I just wanted to comment on the gap in dates before I began posting poetry again...and letting it flow.

2 Easy

love is
unspoken
phrases of
freely circulating harmonies
lightly twirling swirls of
exciting similarities
lovely lofty cloudscapes of
gently flowing transitions
pulsating rhythms of co-mingling
differences balanced in security on
firmly laid foundations of
steel-stated linkages of
reinforced gaugings of
respectfully waited
kindnesses and
loving inner coursings

giving circulating circles of
receivables of valuables of variously
unmeasurable hopefulfilling
dreamwishes and satisfying
lifevisions in sharefully and
carefully driven vehicles of
accepting compromisings

really not mechanical
but very enterprising
and easily instructable
when loveables advising
come to the table dressed
for journeys lengthy and uprising
in their natural proclivity for
partnerships surviving.

2easy

~~~~~~let it flow~~~~~~~~

Flowtrvlr 2002

Haiku For Two

Intuition is
Seeing from the inside out
The feeling within 

In darkness I wait
Timing each sound's rhythmic beat
Imagining sight

Artwumyn 2002

The Faerie's Ball

Come dance with me and we'll be free.
Don't be afraid of the fall.
I've lit the way to the forest glade.
Follow along, it's not far.
Come let us spin our weaver's tales.
And laugh into the night.
The midnight mists will hide our view.
Till we are out of sight.
Come let us play along the way.
The path is deep and wide.
Most certainly say you'll come with me.
To the Faerie's Ball tonight.
Faerie Sojourner 2002

Just letting it flow...

Life is a journey, a path through the unknown and the unfamiliar, which then becomes the known and the familiar…some of it loved, some of it unloved, some of it memorialized for quick reference, and some of it passed so quickly as to be instantly forgotten - and missed. Linger on the path…
and let it flow…
Flowtrvlr 2007