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Imagined Music (One Stop Poetry Challenge)

Posted in Image Poetry, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 26, 2010 by dustus

*The following poem is offered in response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. All poets are welcome to take part in the challenge. Click on the link to check out the rules.

I was young when fever swelled
Heard this band no friends could tell
Summoned through shrill trumpet sound
Pleas for God to fix our house

Tracks of tears, crushed off course
Blaming self and not divorce
Roaring, ringing, childhood blue
Whooshing, rumbling, making up tunes

Alone with thought each afternoon
All my fault that they were through
Reality did not show glee
At dinner sat between their screams

Imagined music I can’t sing
Pretending life might turn happy
As marching bands cross mute daydreams
No song would save a broken family

Like An Angel

Posted in Image Poetry, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 21, 2010 by dustus

Grownups feared the wall’s cave
Specialists could save my life
Winding under river currents
Downtown breaks through tunnel light

Risk of rupture, whispers strange
Worried look on mother’s face
“And your is them”
Leaking sounds
Wanted a puppy
Balloon scan found

A ghost that year
Rushed surgery
Remove from stem
What makes brain bleed

Boy, being petrified
No stuffed animal to hold
Blocking ears they think can’t hear
Tape over eyes with wads of gauze

Doc spoke to me real easy
Dad claimed it routine
Afterward at FAO Swarz
Said he’d buy a toy for me

And so that past Christmas
Time I can’t forget
Six years old, held back tears
Right side of my groin blood let

Hearing hums
Revved drill bit
Pulsing, throbbing
Did I see this?
Constant ticks of lids and lips
Machine kept beeping, click-click-clicks

They stopped my heart
Chilling soul
100 degrees
Reduced to cold 

As it happened
I had quit
Opened mind
Spirit split
Flat line
White light
Shocked to relive
Heard that “Clear!”
My self defibbed

Like an angel looking down
From above the gurney, gowned
Thought I watched myself die there
Could not tell what’s dream from real

*photo by me
Rockefeller Center (NYC)
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