Thursday, May 26, 2016

for a young man

Note: I'm so embarrassed that when I wrote this poem, I used satin instead of satan (still purposely not capitalized). I can feel the dementia eating my brain.


Me and pain,
we are on a first name basis

He calls me his bitch
I call him my satan

Pain controls me
makes me roll my head and yell

MORPHEEEEEEEEEN!

Then someone soft puts a hand on my forehead
strokes me with a gentle touch
says a prayer for me
and helps me push the button





26 comments:

  1. You call him your satin? Satin? So soft. It immediately changes the meaning of the poem. Especially when you get to the cry for morphine. Good luck with managing the pain, I'm pulling for you.

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    1. It's Satin, but I didn't want to capitalize it. It's about breaking my back in 2009. I want to let someone special know that I understand pain, and it's okay to let loose with moans and groans and howls.

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  2. A heart-wrenching piece. Very well written. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Quite the ride, reading that. My sympathies to the sufferer.

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    1. Someone important will have surgery soon.

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  4. Coming out of surgeries is like that. :(

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  5. I just read this poem and the one before. Wow. Raw. I hope they aren't about anyone you know. Heart-wrenching.

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    1. They're more personal than some of my poems, but writing the poem gets the feeling out of my brain.

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    2. True. Some things are never forgotten.

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  6. Hello, Janie. Don't get around much any more; two or three events a day on my calendar. I hope the folks you wrote for are well, and Penelope is dripping with lickkies.

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    1. All will be well. I'm confident. Penelope is a happy girl now. She looks as if she's dancing as she hops around the backyard. My son and I are teaching her to bark.

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  7. Hi Janie,

    I'm sensing some powerful verbalisation, my amazing friend.

    May there be hope beyond the pain.

    A hopefully peaceful, positive long weekend to you, Janie.

    Gary

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    1. Ah, you are so kind. I am concerned about someone who will have surgery, so this poem is about breaking my back. This weekend is hard. My dad died on Memorial Day. It was many years ago, but I've already started shedding tears because of the tremendous loss of a great man.

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  8. Hello Janie! I got your pain through your words. Tears are healing as you well know. May you heal and may your poetry help your healing!

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    1. You're sweet as can be, but my pain is in the past. The "young man's" pain is in the present. I want him to know I understand.

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  9. Prayers and hugs for you. I'll be thinking of you on Monday. <3

    -andi

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    1. Thank you. I think it will get better every year and instead it's harder.

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  10. You're a deep well, Janie Junebug. :-)

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    1. Don't fall in because you might not be able to climb out.

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  11. Thanks for dropping by my post, Janie.
    I see there are changes here....been a while.
    I like how you 'say' things....always have. You're knack/talent is inspirational.
    I wish your friend well in his recovery.
    Anniversaries can be difficult, smile at all the good memories you have of your Dad.

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  12. Ahh, my poor Janie Junebug! I'm sorry for your pain (now, that sounds like satan), but am glad that your satin gentlemen makes you feel better. Feel better, my friend! You're in my thoughts and prayers. XOXO

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    1. No serious pain for me these days. I wanted to recall the pain of my broken back for someone who will have surgery soon. This, too, shall pass.

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  13. I love this. The pain is present and gut wrenching for the reader. I've not experienced physical pain like this, but you take me there with this poem. I understand the unbearable nature of this feeling.

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