Here is a free verse poem I wrote this morning while I was feeling a bit low with my aching body. I’ve been having a lot of trouble with very low red blood cell counts and have been terribly afflicted with inflammations and an ongoing battle with infections. This morning I tried to cope by having a dialog with myself. I’m not a poet by any means. This is just my lament. (I treied to punctuate it for pausing: I used comma for short pasue, period for longer pause, line breaks for full stops) Joe You Ache So Oh Body, You ache too much. You complain too much. I go too fast, On grounds uneven. why do you ache so? You say, I am your keeper, Of rhythms and beats, Of time immortal. why do you ache so? You say, I am your meaning, I am your beacon, For paths untrammeled. why do you ache so? Oh Body, You say Your blood is gone, Your arms so heavy, Your legs too cudgeled, Why do you dump on me? You are my source of strength, why show weakness to me? You say I keep you safe. But why do you shudder so? I have gone to the heavens for you, To plead your case anew. Why do you ache so? Oh Body, Why hast thou left me so?
dearest Joe, you have penned a beautiful and eloquent lament of woe and pain. I would rather you not have to write, but I am pleased that you have shared a piece of your journey and so purely stated. Friend Paul
Joe, I'm so sorry you go through this pain. I wish I knew a way to make it go away. Since I don't know a way, I copied your poem, and in a frame it will stay. I hope today leaves you with less pain, a smile or two, and a wonderful eloquence with words, post more, please, I enjoyed it thoroughly! Sincerely, G p.s. I Love Your Avatar! What's his name?
