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I can hear him sleeping
I can hear the storm
it’s fierce ebony clouds
scudding, the yellow flashes
spend themselves against
my window pane.
Trees crashed, branches fell
and my heart no longer knew it’s way.
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Still he slept, his
gentle breathing at odds with the
violence that shook my soul,
can you hear the storm?
is it inside your realm
is it beyond your pain
is it beyond mine.
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The sky lit and intruded
into my domain,
it’s clear shadows against my walls
a dark mark against my heart.
Wake and listen
do not enter that sphere
no, stay and sleep
quieten my province.
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Stay and sleep…
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*A Care-givers Poem.
Copyright @ 2007
Superb Susie, very topical a coincidence or did inspiration come from the weather. Love it.
May the storm stay outside awhile
May the storm subside for now,
If we can’t find a door,
we can’t get out.
May you find a door…..soon
My Best Jewel.
Another wonderful poem, we are really enjoying all of them, our best to you. Chris and Joy, UK
* This poem was first published in 2007
I understand every word, every thought, every emotion. Well said, Susie. So glad you reprinted that for all of us to appreciate even across “the pond.” Best always, Lora Conrad
Thank you Lora, I suppose some of my poems must appear rather obtuse, unless you may be one who is travelling the same road or a Carer and are watching from the outside of a Chemo-regime or fevers. Only then can you understand the fear of the Caregiver. This poem was written when Hamada was heavily into Chemo. An electrical storm was raging outside …it was so bad we lost our electicity supply. I felt very scared for Hamada…. As you see each line and the ‘mixes’ tell the memory of that time . Bless you Lora for your understanding and for your continuing interest. x