Cancer, and Other Tropics

It’s a beastly trip, but she’s got
a VIP ticket, one she prays
goes both ways.

She longs to leave,
perhaps fly south,
(Surely Capricorn is nicer
this time of year?)
cheat it, beat it,
even as its poison passenger
chews at her bones, sweat
beading on her brow.

She has become
well versed in the language
of the land, this speak
-easy corner her own library
branch of tangled phrase
few understand.

Change the channel. Surely
there’s an ocean on somewhere,
a beach to comb for treasures.
Should she not come back,
…………..release her there.

 

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Wordled.

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14 Responses to Cancer, and Other Tropics

  1. Sad, but lovely. Sending prayers your way.

  2. Loving the last stanza. I’d pick the base of a ponderosa pine tree for my release. Nature, it’s like going home.

  3. Pamela says:

    Nicely done, De, even in its sadness.

    Pamela

  4. kaykuala says:

    a beach to comb for treasures.
    Should she not come back,
    …………..release her there.

    With such yearnings! There is a way of them happening as asked for! Wonderful write whimsygizmo!

    Hank

  5. humbird says:

    Love the lightness in your words, respect to human will. ~ Nicely whirled.

  6. Cathy says:

    Very good poem. Sad but happiness in this poem

  7. I agree with all of the above. Very well done. “Change the channel” – indeed.

  8. mridubala says:

    This is so well written, feeling sad as well as happy to read this!
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  9. Kir Piccini says:

    I have heard many stories of cancer this weekend and this was such a lyrical map to the feelings associated with the disease.
    I like to think of her being on that beach, either way.

  10. jae rose says:

    I love the last verse and cheat it beat it.. Armchair travel is much underrated..no hassles..or packing…just sit back and aah…

  11. oldegg says:

    The beauty of death is its randomness and uncertainty. Once it becomes a certainty something changes within us that others know not.

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