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East

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Lake Hume, Tallangatta, Victoria.
A vivid sun rose from the east
it offered me a good day
my withered body sought solace
in what was promised in that way
I rose to greet and meet the sun
looking forward to its promise
my creaking bones and stiffened joints arose
with only a little grimace 
I followed the sun throughout the day
from sunroom to verandah
seeking light absorbing heat
with more vigour and more candour
no pain relief was necessary as the day progressed
I calmly bathed in soaking sun 
therapy at its best
I gave thanks for another day 
of appreciating the sun
its warmth and illumination of the world 
was delightful to this one
as sick as I may be 
every coming day
I return to partial health 
as the sun rays 
wash themselves over me 
with their golden wealth
and so the night too 
looks a little less grim
as the suns light fades and the evening chill 
slowly settles in
I wrap myself in a blanket 
I sip hot tea and sit
by a warming fire never the sun 
but I take what I can get
as the aches return the cramps begin 
I look forward to tomorrow
and to the east I’ll turn my gaze 
hoping for a little more sun to borrow

Poetry Days #31.

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chemo

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In my hands the grip on life is weakening 
incessant tremor shakes my tenuous hold
in my voice the words are thickening
no longer resilient assertive or bold 
in my falling hair no flowers will bloom
there is no lustre richness or growth
in my head there is no room
for pleasant thoughts or more to know
in my eyes the irises are black
darkened by illness, depletion and pain
they can’t look forward only back
to where I’ve been and will be again
in my nose the smells are fetid
ripe with the stench of sickness and rot
in my mouth the taste is wretched
appreciate what you have?
I think not!

Hurt

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God it hurts 
to see you like this
weak and in pain
in so much distress

god it hurts
to feel you so thin
to feel your bones
where there should be fat skin

god it hurts
to wipe your pale face
to touch your cold hands
to massage your aches

god it hurts
to feed you my love
to nurse and relieve you
in plastic gloves

god it hurts
to bathe you each day
to wash your soiled body
no, I won’t go away

god it hurts
to roll you over
your strength is gone
you, my past lover

god it hurts
to see you waste
your senses fading
losing smell and taste

god it hurts
to sit by your bed
as this sickness progresses
it fills me with dread

god it hurts
to hear what you said
in your delerium
it hurts so bad

god it hurts 
when you get pressure sores
you no longer move
can you take anymore?

god it hurts
when the pain relief fails
when you grimace and seize
wracked frame so frail

god it hurts
but not how it hurts you
I wish I could do more
to help you get through

god it hurts
when you don’t talk back
your eyes are dull
your jaw is slack

god it hurts 
to watch your last breaths
to see your life leave us
replaced by death

god it hurts
holding you dead
your skeletal frame
with me alone on the bed

god it hurts
to kiss you good bye
on your dry cracked blue lips
last kiss, last cry?