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The Thief: Arthritis

You arise slow as fingers aching,

   and soon an entire hand is shaking.

      Then, bandit the feeling in toes taking,

        hijacking feet so each step is hard making.

          Creeping-   until all joints feel like breaking.


In the end no part does not throb,

  pilferer of strength to even turn a knob.

     I hear you laugh enjoying your inside job,

       pirate,  all I can do is be quite still and sob.


I take pills to keep you subdued,

  they give a short but sweet interlude;

    but you came back in a vengeful mood.


I heard yoga would keep you calm,

  and got on line a secret magic joint balm.


You just went about your work!  Arthritis, I hate your name !


Often you stab me with daggers breathtaking,

  eluding scientific experiments you invading snob.

    You twist and turn fingers and toes so they protrude,

      the pain so great I am left weeping and calling for my mom,

        but you have no mercy, no receding and on you go with no shame.

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January 27, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/The Thief: Arthritis
Copyright Protected, ID 18-986-592-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Minuanetta
sponsor, Gregory R Barden (Theme - Chremaphism)


Fourth Place

Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018

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Susan Gentry Date: 4/29/2018 2:26:00 PM Congratulations on your win placement. Your descriptive expressions are right with what I know about arthritis. An awful illness and many live exactly like you describe. :) Login to Reply

Reason A. Poteet Date: 4/29/2018 2:20:00 PM Great title metaphor and a welcome read throughout. Salutations on your win, you have a winning way with words. Rhymes are spot on. Login to Reply

Gregory Richard Barden Date: 4/29/2018 2:09:00 PM This is so thoughtful and delicate, Constance, though you've taken on pain and suffering, you did it with grace and impact - a tough line to walk when writing. My grandmother had horrible arthritis and was twisted and bent for many, many years, though she rarely complained. If you deal with this terrible affliction, you have my prayers. A wonderfully impactful write - love it! Congratulations on your placement, and thank you for entering my contest! :-) Login to Reply

Line Gauthier Date: 4/29/2018 8:08:00 AM Well penned. Congrats on your win, BW. A lovely tribute to an unworthy thief. Login to Reply

Subimal Sinha-Roy Date: 4/29/2018 12:52:00 AM Congratulations, Constance on your win. I know what you mean. Login to Reply

Ralph Sergi Date: 1/30/2018 2:52:00 PM HI BW: AN INTERESTING SUBJECT FOR A POEM ALTHOUGH POIGNANT. I CAN CERTAINLY ATTEST TO YOUR SUFFERING SO I MOVE MY JOINTS AT THE GYM. GREAT POEM! Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 2/3/2018 6:16:00 PM Ralph, thank you for the great, yes it is an odd subject but the contest was sort of odd too ! I go to the gym every day also, it is almost like my need for writing, I must !!!!

Kai Michael Neumann Date: 1/30/2018 2:01:00 AM Two things, I am dreading. Not being able to move and not being able to read. Your poem reminds me again, of how fortunate I am. Thank you, Kai Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 2/3/2018 6:15:00 PM Kai, thank you for visiting my poem, yes I dread those two things also, and so far, good !

Jan Allison Date: 1/27/2018 4:41:00 PM your poem gave me the chills Constance as i have moderate arthritis in my neck and shoulder so I can relate:-( HUGS JAN XX Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 1/27/2018 5:29:00 PM Jan, thank you. I do not have arthritis( yet) but I saw a lot of it when I worked at a nursing home, it was just awful for those suffering and there is very few medications that can ease the pain and nothing to stop the deformity.