Adamantine — OctPoWriMo Day #1 — a poem about the anxiety of waiting for a diagnosis

Adamantine — OctPoWriMo Day #1 — a poem about the anxiety of waiting for a diagnosis

Un
tethered
and un comfortable.

Petals in a frame
fling raindrops
at my flame,
but the fire's burned
too long
to be
so quickly
quenched.

Something festers,
something lurks
beneath the glow,
amid the work.
You see the results,
throw your weight
behind the program,
but there is
something amiss
beyond my
tight control.

The scans continue
and smiling doctors file in,
reporting flawless results
that contradict my symptoms.
But they attach importance
to my words now,
listen closely,
take me seriously,
no longer blaming
the peaks and pits
for the starts and fits.
No longer anxiety-prone,
I am now as adamantine as granite,
solid rock, unyielding stone.

I'll wait, sun-baked and fiery,
in patience until my body
gives up its secrets.

Dripped in Gold — OctPoWriMo Day #2 — a short poem about a golden mood on an autumn day

Dripped in Gold — OctPoWriMo Day #2 — a short poem about a golden mood on an autumn day

Wading — a poem about the emotional impact of spousal caregiving for a stroke survivor

Wading — a poem about the emotional impact of spousal caregiving for a stroke survivor