Cannula Poems - Poems about Cannula

... “le livre bleu” Terabytes. lonely poets, writers, musicians and artists play here, they wear masks that cover vermillion dripping smiles over sharp little wolverine te......

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... “Words We Cannot Escape” Words we can no longer speak we tap dance over keys bruised blackly numb Winter palette in hand Autumn now gone across white-washed n......

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...Ten after four in the AM. I wait for my daughter’s death with a cup of coffee at the kitchen table, thinking maybe tonight’s the night. She hasn’t been breathing well at all, all day and tonight......

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...A February Saturday, Dull and cold and wet, A visit from my daughter, That I never will forget. “Hello dad, you’re looking tanned”, “Oh wait, no, you are yellow” “Get on to 111 she said”, Befo......

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...the illness clung like poison ivy to the foundations of her resolve poisoning hornets injected her wings and she was stung into arrest Maria did not know what was worse the cancer or the failed......

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...Quietly I sit and observe the profile of her expressionless young face. She looks so peaceful and serene, a flower in the full bloom of life. Her hair flows softly around her in its auburn beauty. ......

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...Parad(em)ise Dangling from a stolid chandelier of empty shadows Her threadbare strings attached to vacant promises Jemima has tried every angle of escape and refuge Her make up faded an......

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...Eyes That Cry I am the eyes that cry While an inconsiderate chef Cuts his onions. I am the buttocks that brave the pain When an unskilled nurse Passes an injection. I am the superficial vei......

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...The holding of his joyful trembling arms will clasp no more pink feeble fingers for even blood betrayed its passing. The most beautiful cry vanished without a single tune unheard by the looking ......

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...if only there was a way to wash your memory beat it against stones (perform my own lobotomy... ...interrupt the fibers of response) remove the cynical t......

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