Category — Health Issues

See twinkling eyes that dull with pain

eyes once bright as fire flames!

we juggle pills to make it wane

with every day I cry for you,

moving now is hard to do

limbs get stuck, refusing to

unbend and move, as graceful should,

“I wish I could untangle you”

Dreams that see you run again

walk the miles that never end

play the games that lovers do

dance forever just us two,

this once strong man

who laughs with me

now has morphine in his tea

instead of  ‘bubbles’ in a glass

thinking of the days gone past…

Still we can dance  if  very slow

so legs don’t stumble, I’ll

not let you go, put on

the music hold me tight

and yes, it still feels  very right,

we’ll play the soft and gentle songs

the ones you love, we’ll float along

I’ll watch your singing eyes

and wish I could, until I die,

“I wish I could untangle you”

“I wish…I could untangle you.”

Copyright @ 2007

First written 2007   :but the sentiment is just the same.

“I wish…”

“The Waiting Game” a new poem by Susie Hemingway is on: http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com

Although you’re down and feeling blue

a little bit dreamy not wanting to

talk or read,  I understand,

just love smiles will do…

I’ll wrap you soft as feather down,

and feed you from a silver spoon,

bewitch you with procured delights

just return those love smiles tonight.

I’ll fill the room with bergamot

and camouflage  your pain,

find the crystal glasses

and then I’ll pour champagne,

unstring my heart like oyster’s pearls

enthral at just one glance,

if you can muster just for me

a ‘love smile’ when I glance.

I’ll soften all those noisy vowels

when cooing gentle mantra,

and even toast some butter crumpets

or pick a  Shakespeare rose…

and as the peace from pain

like absolution comes,

as when the scent pungent and loved

reaches to your nose,

smile for me beloved one

those ‘love smiles’ that I know…

All Rights Reserved @ May 2009

www.myeloma.org.uk

I was lucky enough to be invited onto BBC Radio Lincolnshire to be interviewed about my poetry by Judy Theobald, we spent a great 15 minutes chatting about my website and all the things that inspire me.

You can listen to our chat by just clicking here : interview.mp3

Or over on the BBC iPlayer site here - I’m about 35 minutes into the programme ( you may need to install real player to make that work – but I’ve had the interview edited for the link above).

You rest in doctors room the struggle great,

deep in reverie while you wait

as musing you gaze, far from me

I wish we could be home for tea…

but more than this, my wish for you

to not have this life of waging war,

to beseech and plead the pain away

this fervency of another day.

I wish I could bewitch this ‘beast’

to lure in cruel felony at least,

I wish we could be home for tea…

To listen and note every word

erroneous statements, you must see

as babble on, this fallacy

I ask for more, that will not be,

I wish we could be home for tea…

your shoulders crumple, your limbs are weak

but still you smile, polite, unique,

me bitter and hissing I sag within

this undeserved and stricken life

goes through my heart as doth a knife

I wish we could be home for tea

Oh! I wish we could be home for tea…

All Rights Reserved @ May 2009

Life Is Fragile – Love is Not.

So spins our lives in turning chasms of change,

blurred and slippery as water

cascading over slimy rocks,

my wordless gesture in troubled times

invades your worried mind,

fiercely as the brushing hand to restless horse

my smile confirms, to reassure your fretful gaze,

as hell as life sometimes appears

in daily disclosing of newer pain,

my heart swoops and suffers,

my misty eyes, my soul knows

life is fragile, but love is not.

As birds black and shiny soar

to ‘crow’ in noisy rattle begin,

another nasty turn like sin,

to stab in pain, to etch within,

to reproduce in making bold this latest evidence,

dismissing in magicians wand, I wave again

I wave again…

To struggle and plunge I flounder there

impeach myself, still always care,

frightened damp and cold

my misty eyes, my soul knows

life is fragile, but love is not

love is not…

All Rights Reserved  @  May 2009

Can be found at http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com

Hamada updates and a new poem ” I Write For You” on: http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com

As many of my readers know,  days for me are not always  ‘good to my heart’   Watching my husband’s  journey with the  very debilitating illness  Multiple Myeloma, does not always make for the ’sunniest’ of  days.  Still here we are, almost  as  Summer  Time  comes to an end, and over one year since Hamada underwent a Stem Cell Transplant, how fortunate we are, in so many ways. One to have made it so far when the outlook was very grim for him.  Also to be living  in this wonderful country village which I know has been a daily tonic.   These were the views upon lifting my blinds this  late October morning.  Yes, we have much to be thankful for.  

Well I like the sound of this, seems there is a London dentist now using Laser instead of the dreaded drill in the preparation for filling teeth. No more drilling and no pain from injections. Wow! now that seems the way to go. It appears that the laser is capable of killing bacteria located deep in a cavity which leads to better long term restorations, so it works well if you have a very small amount of tooth left and need restorative crowns. It does have limitations as it cannot it seems, remove silver amalgam fillings and most of us over fifty have those. Still anything that helps with a trip to the dentist gets my seal of approval.