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Poetry by Peg Sweeney (con't)
Light Source
The light changed
becoming crystalized.
Water reached the shore
in great finger holds.
Blueberry bushes ran
along the road's edge
climbing up into long
rocky fields.
Time was lost
in clothes blowing on a line.
Old farm houses flying flags.
White porches decked
with red geraniums.
Indeed, what can
I tell you
of light and air
wind, water and sky.
Time turned inside out
and upside down.
Watches, clocks, faceless.
Children running free
on beaches washed
by endless time.
Time so finally lost
it is found.
The light changed
becoming crystalized.
Water reached the shore
in great finger holds.
Blueberry bushes ran
along the road's edge
climbing up into long
rocky fields.
Time was lost
in clothes blowing on a line.
Old farm houses flying flags.
White porches decked
with red geraniums.
Indeed, what can
I tell you
of light and air
wind, water and sky.
Time turned inside out
and upside down.
Watches, clocks, faceless.
Children running free
on beaches washed
by endless time.
Time so finally lost
it is found.
Touch
White coated doctor
Mouths verdict of
Mastectomy, or lumpectomy
With matter of fact words,
Never shedding tears
Or reaching out hands
To reassure the woman
Who listens.
He forgets he once was
Comforted and nurtured
At a woman's breast
Given life, while now
Life may be lost.
White coated Doctor
Sitting safely behind his desk
Unable, afraid, to reach out
Forgetting healing, life,
begins
with
touch.
White coated doctor
Mouths verdict of
Mastectomy, or lumpectomy
With matter of fact words,
Never shedding tears
Or reaching out hands
To reassure the woman
Who listens.
He forgets he once was
Comforted and nurtured
At a woman's breast
Given life, while now
Life may be lost.
White coated Doctor
Sitting safely behind his desk
Unable, afraid, to reach out
Forgetting healing, life,
begins
with
touch.