ALEX WAS A NURSE, a poem

 

 

Everyone loves a nurse

They are caring

They are kind

They listen

Alex Pretti was a nurse

He has been added       

to the lore of the nurse

as a martyr

Like a nurse rushing to aid

a patient in distress,

he sought to protect

a woman knocked down

by a masked Trump agent

in Minneapolis

Alex stepped between the victim

and her attacker

He was thrown to the ground,

surrounded by Trump thugs,

beaten on the head,

pressed into a helpless position

on his knees, shot in the back,

a prelude to nine more bullets

pumped into his prone body

Alex was a nurse

 

 

 

DESIRE, a poem

 

Desire for romance

and new experiences

brought what was wanted

The romance was lovely

while it lasted

New experiences came

and faded

The pleasures thinned

The memories remained

 

 

CANDY BARS (Heiku)

 

Happy memories

The candy bars of old age

I can’t get enough

 

 

 

 

CONSIDERING DEATH

 

When my body cries out

in endless pain

or thinking begins to fade

from a crumbling brain,

can I plunge into the Styx

or must I wait for God

to provide a terminal fix

 

Thomas More wrote in UTOPIA: (1516) that a person afflicted with disease can "free himself from this bitter life…since by death he will put an end not to enjoyment but to torture… it will be a pious and holy action".

 

 

 

BOUND FOREVER

 

 

Could there have been another

equally as captivating for my life

as you

Perhaps, but I’ll never know

since we were bound together

forever

by an indefinable potion:

Our love

 

 

LINGERING LIFE

 

        Forget the quality of life

          A mere spark

          in a near corpse

          is reason enough

          for some doctors

and relatives

to continue on

          with feeding tubes

          and liquid drips

          because life is precious

          even when there is

          no apparent joy

          in this still living Being

          After all, miracles happen

          After all, Lasarus was raised

 

 

WRITER'S BLOCK

 

 

 

Inspiration, where are you?

Hidden in a recess of my brain

dangling teasingly out of reach?

Just give me an enticing idea

Hopefully, even a tiny spark

will stir me to write again