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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5 April 2015

What We Take For Granted

Now that I can, let me tell you
about the brand-new absence of pain.

You savour your body
being just a body,
doing what bodies do:

automatic, spontaneous,
not remarkable.

You notice this as you never did:
the walking tall and free,
breathing deep, and again.

The sun shines. Your heart
silently becomes a choir.



The latest prompt for 'Poems in April' at 'imaginary garden with real toads' is to write a poem in exactly 55 words. (My 55 words do not include the title.)

18 comments:

  1. Wrote a long comment about how wonderful I thought this poem is. The comment vanished. I still like the poem! *sigh*

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    1. Thank you for thinking it is wonderful and writing a long comment, and writing again. :)

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  2. This is lovely, Rosemary. There is much to be grateful for in a healthy body and mind.

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  3. Yes, compressed magnificence here, the whole package. To become pain free is to die, and it is to resurrect from pain. A transformational moment.

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  4. Such a lovely poem... absolutely remarkable!
    xoxo

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  5. nice; particularly luv the last two lines

    Happy Easter

    much love...

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  6. We are strange creatures, never more able to appreciate something than when it has been snatched from us--and in this case, restored. Especially like your last two lines.

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  7. I admire the open-ness here, how you've elevated the once-quotidian into gratitude ~

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  8. YES! After being stricken by pain and being debilitated, how we treasure being able to do the "ordinary" things again, walk, move about.....I so know the feeling. Glad you are mending, my friend.

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  9. Oh yes, those moments when pain retreat are glory to our aching bodies. Love your ending.

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  10. Nice homage to a sound body, Rosemary. The 'line' has it that you are recovering from a bout with the shingles. Best wishes on that for you!! My son had them for the longest time.
    Almost as good as being free from pain is that of being free from addictive pain killers. With my knee I was on them for about six months. The last month at least was spent in kicking the meds. I renewed only for the sake of being able to have the drugs and a supply. I actually enjoyed their effects. And Wow! Did I ever write some off the wall stuff. And loved to take odds-against chances playing Texas 42 and bridge games. We, any partner and I, did win more than ever before or since.
    Driving? I would sit through stop lights, asleep. And drive right through turns I was supposed to make. ;)
    ..

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    1. Scary! One of the pain-killers prescribed for shingles was so drowsy-making that I could only take it on days I wasn't going out, as I couldn't have driven or done anything else much. I mostly took it at night,. The one day I did take it in the daytime (Saturday) I slept most of the day and have been feeling heaps better ever since!

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  11. I hope you get better soon~ Oatmeal baths help...my mom had this a few years ago~ I am so sorry, you aren't well! Do take care-and I am happy you are better!!!

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  12. I hope this is a true story. I really like how simply you've presented it.

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  13. I echo Marian's hope and feel so happy to read your answer. What a gift! I'm over-joyous for you, and pray for the miracle for myself and others. ♥

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  14. It is amazing how wonderful it is to not hurt, when one has been huring for awhile. And I love your closing stanza

    The sun shines. Your heart
    silently becomes a choir.:

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