Cookala's thread of fear and trepidation

[cookala]

Sorella - you are the best! thank you so much for your repeated visits, esp with all the board quirks this year (is that what it is - capacity?) - the fluff is what keeps me going!

[cookala]

heya 5th! thanks for the visit - I greatly appreciate it - fluff is a lifeline! and of course, it would be the f finger - arthritis telling you to go eff yerself. yep. mine tells me that 24/7. the knees are especially loud and wordy, too.

[cookala]

can you say, wow, the cooks is really grasping at straws? thank you God, that there are only 11 poems left to write!!!

19. Mastication

We do it every day
each time we place something
between our teeth.

What interests me
is the application of the mind –
how we think, and what is
our unique cognizance?

Thoughts prescribe a summation
which, in our first focused reflection,
usually turns out to be erroneous.

Only prolonged pondering should be enacted
as we chew and chew and chew
until,

eureka!



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[Steven]

Hi, Cookie,


Still going strong, and comfortably over half way now, I've been enjoying reading your most recent offerings:

Asylum Asides -- this was dark and creepy, in a good way -- the sort of grim reality, I guess, beneath many wards. Gave me the chills.

Metalsmither's Lament -- this was good, especially the last line.

What will fill this unexpected void
and sate my compulsion to manifest
the artful things of beauty that torment,
finished now only in my mind?

New Path -- I thought this was really strong, some wry humour, particularly at the end. A very impressive open stanza that hooked me in.

Paeen to Broccoli -- this had some marvelous diction, and sounds. cruciferous crunch, wee-fisted florets, the internal almost-rhyme of pared/bare

[billdozer]

I think Damn the Silence and Mastication are a diptych of sorts. Perhaps there's a meta-poem linking them.
I did not know about your health issues. Bilateral is a worthy effort trying to process your difficult road. My best wishes for a return to full strength. We have been through similar experiences as have too too many families. My best advice is try not to kill the legions of experts who offer free advice.
Wikid Stawm was a delight. This is wisdom:

an ever one knows ain nuthin better
n drinkin moonshine when yer settin out
or in yer cellar ridin out da stawm

[kristalynn]

I've enjoyed your last few.

New Path- especially "stammer in my heart"
Paean to Broccoli-starts out great with "globulous glory of green" and is tantalizing all the way through.
Damn the Silence-very true and great ending with the repeated lines, and the overheated stack.

[cookala]

thanks so much Bill and Kristalyn!! your fluff means a lot. glad you enjoyed!

[cookala]

so, got a wonky computer. may be awol for a bit until I can get my tablet up and running after a charge.

[cookala]

so far so good with safe mode. *sigh* I so do not need this right now!!!!

20. A Few Thoughts On Acceptance, Prayer and Hope

Driving home from the medical center
the traffic’s a bee hive on Nichols
but I’m glad for it; for the stop and go
shifts my focus and slows the frenetic
tap dance of morbid thoughts
clacking like castanets in my head.

These days of toxic treatments seep
slow as arsenic and stain my defective cells dead.
I have no choice but to suffer the collective
wills of doctors, machines and nurses
while I maintain a dialogue with God
and pray he’ll gift me better odds than fifty-fifty.
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[cookala]

I am back. thank God for system restore!! pc seems ok now. *phew*

[Sorella]

cookie,
Only you could get a poem out of chewing! enjoyed the eureka!

stop - start driving to distract from thoughts of odds. I completely understand the need for distraction. Excellent parallel stop - start and fifty -fifty as in on - off, life - death -- no such thing as partial survival or a little bit dead. hey, look on the bright side (as a friend told me when I got the diagnosis and odds more like a one in three or four chance: you might not die from cancer at all, you could get run over by a bus before that happens.) (but neither happened and you'll be here next NaPo!!)

Can't wait for my bracelet and necklace!! thx!

[casket N orbit]

“Asylum Asides” – I love its conversational style and how the speaker thread-n-needles clichés to the point they thrive and sometimes with double meanings.

“Metalsmither’s Lament” – the words are so nicely placed and the m alliteration nicely paced throughout. I love the images of stanza 1 and the language of stanza 2!

[cookala]

hi Sorella! thank you and hugs for all your visits - you've kept me going! what you say is very true about dying - you just don't know, it can come at any time, but it's just that when you get cancer (and you know this because you're there, too) it becomes a shadow you try not to think about. it poured today so I didn't get to the PO, tomorrow! or should I say later today...

[cookala]

hiya CnO! thanks for reading and commenting - fluff is so important - it gives you the inspiration and desire to keep going! I am glad you enjoyed Asylum and Lament, and thank you for your very kind comments on them!

[cookala]

I hate rain because of the way it debilitates me, and today it poured. my poor aching knees, and muddled head. hence the late post. hoping the sun shows up tomorrow!

21. Dolce Patricia

Nothing like a fab, pink champs
and a lift in her rising orbit
to usher in the new year
or make a dull day sparkle;
her diamond bright effervescence
warmed by a sheer, salmon pashmina
dizzies my eyes and bobbles my brain.
She's a tickle of ritzy class;
a releaser of libido; a dream bringer
after long nights of void; a release.




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