I rise through a softness
that doesn’t belong to morning~
a pale, suspended hush
and time has loosened its grip
and everything waits.
After anesthesia,
the world returns in fragments:
a voice shaped like water,
light bending without edges,
my own name drifting toward me
as if unsure where to land.
I am neither here nor gone,
just floating in the seam
between forgetting and recall,
held by a gentleness
I didn’t know I needed.
Then breath finds its rhythm.
Then the room gathers itself.
Then the body remembers
how to be a body again.
And I open my eyes
to the simple miracle
of being welcomed back~
slowly, quietly,
as though waking
were a kind of grace.
I overheard the Chief surgeon instructing
The Doctors as I was being wheeled to the
Surgical theatre for a surgical procedure
Paralysed by administered anesthesia
I couldn't stand up to the Chief surgeon
I watched the procedure like a spectator
from beginning to the end.
I was angry with the procedure for stitching up
that was recommended by the Chief surgeon;
knowing that it will leave me with a permanent
scare,
Because i held a health insurance policy
I was only waiting to be awake to make
my displeasure known.
(Written on the 27th of April, 2026.)
Soft as a marsh, the wave—
its homeland drifting far into the open sea,
should be heading for the shoulder of the horizon
the stars will soon erase.
Yet, drawn to the polishing
of an aura like yours, dusted with grains of sand,
it turns its back on the wind drunk with sunset
and rushes toward the shore.
Like the long scream of a half-moon
that the morning glow will sweep away,
the sun, swollen by evening light, cries out
that this is not the way.
The wave shuts out even the clouds
that once headed with it toward the old tree of home,
and cages the sun—now gaunt with worry—
on an island where its scolding can be put to sleep.
Jealous of the gulls beating their wings
on your shadow,
it rears itself like an enraged train
and rams toward the shore.
Whether it knows or not the weight
of its one-way devotion,
you mingle with other shadows,
building sandcastles.
ANESTHESIA DRIFT
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
from sterile walls to cosmic, endless night
soul untethered, my body slipping out of sight
stars ignited darkness with their ancient light
released at last from gravity’s embrace,
beyond pale blue dot, another time and place.
and in that void, so vast and strangely deep,
where the universe its secrets it doth keep.
found a peace where weary spirits sleep.
no pain remained, no fear, no earthly care
and pinpricks bright, suspended in the air.
I swam in darkness, bathed in silver light,
distant suns, like diamonds, scattered bright
each twinkling spark, a universe in sight
I drifted then, a soul set free to roam
into the cosmic ocean, starlit dome.
constellations danced in cosmic grace,
pirouettes of wonder in this majestic place,
diamond points of light in an embrace
but deep within this velvet vacuity,
a pulse grew—luminous, soulful acuity.
among the diamond dust of ancient light,
sudden—sparks not grand, not bright
brought an expected, everlasting insight.
and from that void, a truth began to bloom:
that even dark can be in a radiant room.
cosmic duality
Cold hands of the doctor in gloves and mask
lay her on the hard surgical metal table.
A numb sensation travels down arm to wrist.
Sedation spreads to an EGREGIOUS sin.
Breathing deep through monitored heart rate
eyelids weigh down in heavy haze.
Frills of a DELICATE flower shrivels
as a mother prepares to abort her child.
In OBTUSE position an ultrasound image
still haunts her in false INDIGENT hopes
In slurred words, she sinks in quicksand.
A blissful DELIRIUM of noiseless chatter.
Epiphanies of painless moments
when foggy memories forget to eavesdrop
Nothingness of empty feelings
when clogged synapses trigger only to stop.
Eyes AWAKENING to a bleeding world
find a graveyard heart pumping relentless pain,
and camouflaged stories rehearse in veins.
Promises that could not CONSECRATE
Conflicts that could not MEDIATE.
An Indifference that was worse than hate.
The nurse says ,' Do you need anything? '
She needed analgesics...she needed amnesia.
She craves, "Can you put me back to anesthesia?
29th August 2019
Sponsor John Hamilton
Contest Name Eight word challenge 9
a
no pain
existence,
simple in its
total dark twilight,
healing hush, calm as death
extreme sense of sweet silence
serene, no fear, no hate, painless
ill conceived dreams without stimuli
as (nine... eight... sev...) thoughts have eased (six...) I, aaa...
12/12/15
"Anesthesia, how i do not love you"2-16-09
your breath is of a Drug-inducing interjection of a Lullaby
singing the unsuspecting, unconscious, unaware
into a deep and danger "Hetero-suggestion"
come trespass into the night
as I lay helpless in my bed
fill my thoughts with dread
make me your unwilling slave!
"Mesmerism" is by the State of usage
used in the mind to control the innocents
to a violation of which
morality is but a vapor a way~
i don't remember said the unguilty blameless
its not my nature, it is just not me~
I could not have did this sin~
how to walk the line of care?
when the air you do breath
changes you world~
to inform you, that never warned~
that your "Enemy" has a new Tool~
AKA:lyricvixen
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