Roots #atozchallenge #poetry

roots

Deeply rooted

spring soil welcomes new life

sodden past

*

sun smiles knowingly

discarded tiger lilies

age-old struggle

*

old life removed

nature taunts failure

can’t dig away pain

R

This set of haiku shared with  A to Z Challenge for the letter R as well as Poets United Mid week Motif – this week’s prompt Poets United

What can be more organic than haiku written while I was standing in the soil. As I was digging yesterday, I grabbed my phone, took pictures of the roots I have dug up for 4 years and I wrote about my struggle on my (now grimy) notepad.

Incendiary #poetry

fire

Edges of flesh

licked by flame

I can’t feel the hurt

am numb to the pain

burns many levels

or so they claim

beyond sensation

no number named

nothing hurts tho

quite as much

when kindness is stolen

human fire’s touch

friend or family

devil’s spawn

take inspiration

leave me raw

debride the tissue

apply agonizing cream

bandage the sorrow

inconsolable dreams

stolen ideals

did you ever think

can’t create own words

in a well of dried ink

This week’s prompt at Poet’s United is Fire. My week started with an accident to my hand (because of fire). No need for much internal inspiration when you feel the prompt.

Thirty Six Percent #poetry

life

I bash my head against another diagnosis

the maze of “I don’t knows”

outweighs “this way out”

I ping the depths for respiration

I drag the bottom, no air to shout

hanging off an IV bottle

add a little more of that if you please

just a little more desperation

drugs can’t keep up with my disease

MDs with their coffee and boredom

“not interesting enough” * you say

what you see stands not before you

patients more anxious today

****

creative she sings

miracles of beauty surround

no time for boredom

*

(*A remark made to me by a trauma surgeon after being airlifted  from an auto accident)

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is “Boredom.”

I could rant about healthcare and it’s failings when twenty or thirty years ago we (health care practitioners and researchers) were making inroads.

No need to worry as all of those roads now have “do not enter” or “closed for repair” signs.

Where Are You? #poetry

tulip

Yesterdays all dry

lifting my face to heaven

to God I cry

“Where are you?” I implore

my bones suffer 

I pour out my soul

like the deer 

I pant for refreshment

“God draw me near”

my tears like waves

flow over pain

close the lid to my grave

give me hope anew

soil for joy to grow

on mercies wings I flew

There are desert days and there are rain forest days (and everything in-between.) Suffering is part of life, it is our choice where we go when we are in pain. Put your hope in God, cry out to Him.He not only listens but He carries us through the darkest nights…

 “As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”…
By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life. I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?”  My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?”  Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.” ~ Psalm 42 1 -2, 8 – 11

“The LORD make His face shine on you, And be gracious to you; The LORD lift up His countenance on you, And give you peace.

~ Number 6:25 & 26

plant dew

Go Deep #devotion

I just read an article about tears and that they are good for us because they open our hearts! Maybe this poem will make a clear visual:

Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; But a man of understanding will draw it out.

watering eye

I woke in burning pain today

the searing drew me to my knees

tears wash over even now

and I can only pray and plead

My heart heard  nudging from my Lord

“people are suffering all over the world

let pain wake you to the need

petition for the lost, your words I’ll heed”

I woke in burning pain today

I dropped sobbing to my knees

“Oh Lord children suffer it is true

they’ll burn alive without you!!! ”

Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; But a man of understanding will draw it out. 
Proverbs 20:5

heart in water

Should I focus on my own suffering or on that of others? The Bible says we will have trouble in this life but isn’t it what we do with the “suffering” that makes a difference? I was reminded as my pain has been escalating of  a time when I chose not to use narcotics to stem the tide. The pain would crash over me in the night and I decided I might as well pray. This went on for months (then years). I learned by praying for others that my pain would lessen and like an analgesic I would (eventually) fall back to sleep. These are troublesome times – Do we anesthetize our lives or do we walk on hot coals with fellow sufferers? May ours tears soften our hearts to hear the cries of those lost in the night…

“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.”

Romans 5:3-5

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”

Romans 8:18

“Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed. “

1 Peter 4:12

Sharing this with Godinterest today.

Oasis #dailypost #poetry #health

water and light

Cancer

that awful scourge

people gasping

in pain

there it was

a stream

smallest trickle

of hope

for some it offered healing

an Oasis

peaceful breeze

flowed into our beings

we waited not for death

but life

 

This minimalistic poem is about a real place (a hospital called Oasis) where I daily saw death and moment by moment saw renewal of life and spirit.

This poem in response to the Dpchallenge – Oasis