Sunday, April 28, 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 28

Day 28

Today's poetic offering for National Poetry Writing Month is a description of stuffiness you cannot escape when it is within you.

COTTONHEAD BLUES

I've been off the grid for days
The passage of time I record
only as a habit too long and too deeply entrenched
My head is filled with downy white wadding
My mind refuses to focus
My mouth, dry as cotton balls
My thirst unquenchable
My ears are stuffed with soft white fluff
muffling the conversations of today
into muted, pretty background noise
My parched skin screams "Yield"
as I wander the house in a strange fugue
of distant awareness and detached interest

Copyright Celena Diana Bumpus

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Sunday, April 7, 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 7

Day 7

Today's offering to the poetry gods for National Poetry Writing Month is reminiscent of the days when I was going through chemotherapy and the feeling of slipping away one experiences when they feel they are near death.

SUN AND SALT

When I was dying,
or knew I was dying,
I fell in love with the idea of dying.
Part of me was so relieved it would be over soon,
I rejoiced inside.
Almost ecstatic with the piece by piece feeling of loss.
Part of it was the pain meds.
So strong, half the time
I wasn't certain I wasn't already dead.
But, I would see a glimpse of sunlight
through my hospital bedroom window
(in the ER for cancer patients)
and I would imagine the cool
Orange county ocean breeze.
Not quite close enough to the ocean
to see too many seagulls outside.
But close enough to get just a hint
of the brine in the healing air.
Like a taste on your tongue,
you're on quite tasting.
Or maybe it was just the saline drip.
I don't know.
I just knew the sunlight
and the imagined small of the sea
would bring me back
to the living world.
And selfishly I knew I wouldn't have either
if I kept going down that other path.

Copyright Celena Diana Bumpus


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