I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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6 September 2011

Unfamiliar Territory

terminal and soon ...
are you still there?

your fine brain

your brain creates
more and more cells
trying harder

your mind
expands and narrows
the focus

my mind 
fixed on your dying

I do nothing
of nothing else

you think 
of those around you
dying or ?

you think
of those who have left
the ward

you are 18
you think of a future
you dreamed

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  1. Rosemary,
    Your piece strips a vital, intense experience down to its essence. This piece is tight and direct, sad yet uplifting, strong but vulnerable.

  2. Thank you, Kim. Years of attempting haiku proved useful for this one! I do think some experiences are so terrible, the facts speak for themselves and don't need embellishment.