the grief of loss
digs in deep
wedges between the joints
arthritis for the psyche
aching on good days
screaming “fuck you” on bad
hollowing out
the hollowed out part of you
who knew
there’d be so many
echoes
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9 responses to “arthritis”
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I know this pain all to well…I truly identify with this poem.
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Okay medicatedlady, that was fucking astounding! Especially: hollowing out
the hollowed out part of you
who knew
there’d be so many
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Thanks, slpmartin…I am so glad you liked this.
Val, you know I like it when you say when you emphasize a compliment with some version of the word “fuck.” Gracias.
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come on,
you know why i keep reading and commenting.
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thank you, dusty. 🙂
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love the idea of the body having echoes. man something like that would really fit into the poems i’m working on for my 2nd manuscript. must steal..hehehe
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Well, I don’t have the copyright to the idea. You can take the idea and make it your own.
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sharp and ragged – just like grief itself…
Well done.
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Excellent. The last 5 lines are brilliant.
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