Rheumatoid Arthritis is your name
arresting motion is your plan
some battles you get to win
yet others you will lose
for we do not go
quietly down
that spiral
with you
NO!
No, No, Nonnet
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Rheumatoid Arthritis is your name
arresting motion is your plan
some battles you get to win
yet others you will lose
for we do not go
quietly down
that spiral
with you
NO!
I met a man
Who isn’t there
He isn’t there
Quite obviously
His form arose
Out of the fog
The misty fog
Enveloped me
His shape now blurry
Yet I still see
His gentleness
Exquisitely
He moved toward me
I felt assured
and waited for him
Breathlessly
So long of hair
with eyes too kind
He looked at me
Endearingly
I felt him reach,
reach out to me
To touch me oh,
So lovingly
A gravelly voice
Whispered to me
Whispered to me
Incessantly
Assuaged my day
and lulled my night
he made me dream
perpetually
Who is this man
no longer there?
No longer there
lamentably
(This is a reworking of a poem I wrote on February 2, 2011.)