This was in 2004 just before her death in October of that year. The poem goes back two years when she made a miraculous recovery.
Circles in random directions
Out of control, out of sorts
Mad fantasies logical as wild emotions
Real but Surreal
True but false
Bathes in a soft glow
Look at the body that is so still
As if its life force has seeped away
Just for a spell
It grasps the minds eye
To deliver a whispered message
Saying oft as an ocean breeze
Urgent as if it is the last breath
The strain to hear
Just beyond reach
Too far to touch
Too late to listen
Anxious stomach awaits a last gasp
Appeals for a distant miracle
06/22/2004
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Written on 2025-07-04 at 22:38
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Twisted Thoughts
Thoughts roll like a wild rideCircles in random directions
Out of control, out of sorts
Mad fantasies logical as wild emotions
Real but Surreal
True but false
Bathes in a soft glow
Look at the body that is so still
As if its life force has seeped away
Just for a spell
It grasps the minds eye
To deliver a whispered message
Saying oft as an ocean breeze
Urgent as if it is the last breath
The strain to hear
Just beyond reach
Too far to touch
Too late to listen
Anxious stomach awaits a last gasp
Appeals for a distant miracle
06/22/2004
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Written on 2025-07-04 at 22:38
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