Panagiota Romios Poet Rhyme

Nothing Stops a Poet

Introduction. Written a few days after surgery, 11/2022
I would wake up, about two in the morning, and pen my thoughts. 
I write without a muse. Writers, write, no excuses!



              ~Nothing Stops A Poet~

To think of beauty,  when in a 
hospital bed you lie.
You raise your eyes to heaven
and ask your Creator~
Lord, why ...and you cry!

Your fellow patient has machines that 
sing through the night.
You can’t leave the room, because your 
broken leg has  to heal.
I lie here, wondering ....why?

A few days ago, I was totally
free to go to my kitchen for a
refreshing drink.
Now I lie here, a medical prisoner, 
my face-flushed, to level ten, pink!

I do pray for other poet families,
and the suffering they endure.
On the other side of pain, is a
rainbow of happiness, for sure.

Writing in pain, provides a soul 
some relief.
One must think of tomorrow, and
carry an innermost, glowing, belief!

             
      Penned 11-11-2021

Today’s date is 3-7-2022.. at home!

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Paula Goldsmith March 8, 2022 at 10:27 AM A creative/wonderful write. "Why" a huge word with only three little letters. Some times we get the answer/s and sometimes we do not. The hospital is Not a good place to vacation. You must have a ton of writing material to write about. Have a great/blessed day writing away....................... Panagiota Romios March 8, 2022 at 7:29 PM Paula! Hi. I lived an outrageously and varied life!! I have not even begun to write about it. So it’s hard for me to write small poems. The variety of people and thinking we shared is magnificent. I need to find a form, adequate to captuture it,in poem form! I hope I make sense! Thank you for reading this.....Pangie 7 pm PST PS.I was in a top hospital in the USA.I loved being with a staff at my service. 750 beds? Imagine the size of staff. A chaplain, asked if She could read one my poems to me. I cried when she did.it... Powerfully beautiful....then she told me she was both chaplain and Poet. I read about her online. I got humble fast. Yale graduate, Magna cum Laude...a Certified Chaplain and a full CA Law Degree.wait...also ...about to be published as a poet. Mindblowing~~ Pangie)))

Elena Eagle March 7, 2022 at 4:51 PM This was so well written and reflective in thought and verse. A joy to read. Panagiota Romios March 7, 2022 at 7:11 PM Elena, appreciate your read, time and warm comments Pangie

Robert L. Hinshaw March 7, 2022 at 4:50 PM Pangie, you have written some of your most insightful and meaningful poems since you injured your leg and hip. But please watch your step - we don't want you to go thru that experience again, you heah!!! Bob Panagiota Romios March 7, 2022 at 5:11 PM Bob, I won’t fall to write, I promise. No more surgery. I will pass on that “fun!”The hospital was super. Nobody had Covid of the brain, wore masks or jabbed me. It was totally sane. I laughed at the SOTUwith no-masks..those creeps at the CDC, ex use me, I mean LIARS! …PAngie… “A thing cannot be and not be at the same time”—- the CDC does. Dorks!

Jeff Kyser March 7, 2022 at 2:55 PM Welcome home, friend. I am sure you have much to contemplate and share in the coming days and weeks - I look forward to more! Panagiota Romios March 7, 2022 at 7:09 PM Working on learning to walk....and past more. I hope I do share new thoughts.therapy is yuck to me. But I have come a distance in four months. Plus, the joy of being in my house finally!L Pangie

Ann Gilmour March 7, 2022 at 2:36 PM Such a poignant write dearest Panagiota,I can almost feel your pain. Wonderfully written and so expressive my friend. Thankfully there will be no more pain as you continue your recovery at home with Irene. With love and hugs Ann xx Panagiota Romios March 8, 2022 at 2:14 AM I think you have no idea how many poemsS I wrote in two years. I never let pain stop me..I keep writing. Pain will not end, BUT it is no exception to stop. I wrote this in November, Ann. I love you, Pangie and IRene

Joseph P. DiMino March 7, 2022 at 2:15 PM Writing in pain, provides a soul some relief. One must think of tomorrow, and carry an innermost, glowing, belief!" Well said! You did not get this far in life by being a sissy. Love, Joe and Ila. Panagiota Romios March 7, 2022 at 7:03 PM Right Joe! Not a sissy! Even in the face of unkind poets. Hope they find love...sissy? Not a chance, One must believe in a brighter tomorrow, right! Hugs to you and Ila. Pangit xoxo