poem written after my mother underwent cardioversion
No different than
a wind breaking
across the sea.
Light pulsating.
You know how
light can seem
to take forever
parting. It points
to aim but lands
slowly like a notion.
Puncture wounds
on every surface.
Petals exposed
under glimpses
of warmth.
Your chest exposed
under paddles
of electricity.
Deep inside
your fibrillating heart
you must know
the love that nestles
there and grows
regardless
of its crimson
disorder.
It's like war.
Such a pickle.
What a radish.
I hold your hand
in mine
and yours is cold.
Such eyelashes!
You should see
your own eyes
when they're closed.
Long like rain.
I love you mother,
surely you know.
Poetry by Lisa Zaran
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Written on 2007-03-10 at 22:16
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Procedure
No different than
a wind breaking
across the sea.
Light pulsating.
You know how
light can seem
to take forever
parting. It points
to aim but lands
slowly like a notion.
Puncture wounds
on every surface.
Petals exposed
under glimpses
of warmth.
Your chest exposed
under paddles
of electricity.
Deep inside
your fibrillating heart
you must know
the love that nestles
there and grows
regardless
of its crimson
disorder.
It's like war.
Such a pickle.
What a radish.
I hold your hand
in mine
and yours is cold.
Such eyelashes!
You should see
your own eyes
when they're closed.
Long like rain.
I love you mother,
surely you know.
Poetry by Lisa Zaran
Read 1007 times
Written on 2007-03-10 at 22:16
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