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Rae poem
MY LAST POST INCLUDED THE GOAL OF WRITIMG A POEM A DAY. THEN THE BOOM LOWERED, POW KAPOW TICK TICK … BOOM,,,,,I HAD A STROKE! THEN, STILL IN HOSPITAL, I HAD A SECOND!! THE BRAIN WHICH I HAVE TAKEN FOR GRANTED FOLDED ON ME. MY LEFT ARM AND LEG STOPPED WORKING.
SO THE POEM A DAY GOAL IMPLODED, ALONG WITH ALL SEMBLANCE OF NORMAL LIFE, BUT YESTERDAY MY POETIC POWERS, SUCH AS THEY ARE, RETURNED, HERE IS YESTERDAY’S POEM, I AM PLEASED, MY HUSBAND BILL SAYS I AM A TALENTED POETESS, I AGREE. ONCE I WAS TOO SHY TO SHOW HIM MY WORK IN ANY WRITING CATEGORY, BUT I AM A WRITER, I GOT MY FIRST EVER SHORT STORY SUBMISSION ACCEPTED BY A LITERARY JOURNAL ANDREW GREELEY WAS INVOLVED WITH– THE CRITIC. THEY PAID ME $400. I DIDNT REALIZE AT THE TIME THAT MOST WRITERS PILE UP REJECTIONS OR GET PAID PEANUTS; i DIDN’T PURSUE MY WRITING CAREER. SO MY SISTER MARGUERITE AND I WILL NEVERREALIZE OUR FANTASY OF HAVING THAT APARTMENT IN NYC, WITH A WHITE CAT, MARY AND RHODA-TWO SINGLE GALS LIVING THE URBAN LIFE.
RAE POEM
It sucks to be in hospital
Where life has ceased to move.
Gunmetal taste my joy replaced
And long since vanished is my groove
A top concern these social times
Is agency, we hear.
A woman’s agency is gold
It’s absence
Cause for tears
But how can agency survive
The treach’ry of a brain
That snaps and drips and leaks and just
Refuses to maintain.
I’ve always had a monstrous pride
In raw intelligence
Cuz plenty of it have I had-:
D’Orazio Inheritance..
But now I have no life at all
Or so it seems to me,
And peevish irritation marks
This Princess and her pea
But I can dream
Another Rae
Impervious to this
Temptation to the endless scream
Of pity for myself
For slivers of the snow queen’s glass
Embed my troubled eyes
And Splinters of the Cross of Christ
Are slaps upon the face
No matter how prepared we seem
And willing to embrace.
I cannot find a fitting rhyyme
To END this bit of bluster
I bid you all a fond farewell,
Reserves of strength to muster.
