Arthritic Poems - Poems about Arthritic

...Every night, while I watch, she stacks the dirty dinner plates: carefully, habitually, with the grace of a woman who has learned to love herself. Intentionally, methodically, cleaning dishes ......

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...Miles past the nightstand over the plastic water bottle. the Ambien pill dispenser and the soul-bruised eye shades. An arrhythmic clock knits needles of silence together. Turning on the lam......

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...END TIMES : ONE [Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a play on quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world…This is ho......

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...Haibun In the forest dark and deep, naked trees stripped by winters icy grip. Bony fingers point skyward toward their tormentor. Branches creak like old arthritic joints with every breath of bre......

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...In vast realm between both false realities efforts of a strained bowel movement collapse like the arithmetic dreams of abacus beads. Arthritic persistence contemplates procrastination while stil......

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... The wind is blowing cold tonight through chambers of my mind Sadness creeps beneath the door ......

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...The following fictitious scenario I evoke Analogous to fire breathing puffed up imaginary dragon (in a land called Honah Lee) ye might rightly think what the deuce haunting spectre ace of sp......

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...The parade of endless colors is over, all the leaves are dead or dying scurrying about like frantic crabs back and forth across an icy-icy land clinging along the fence line of time swirling ar......

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...They called her Cookie at Animal Welfare, she had a white body with one black ear and a black spot on her upper butt. She had a friendly face and was pretty girl. Could not divide up the cute beagl......

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...Sappho Translations XI by Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 92 translation by Michael R. Burch “Sappho, if you don’t leave your room, I swear I’ll never love you again! Get out of bed, ris......

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......the village shivers a hive of restless souls skin pricklin' with anticipation as costumed runners fixin' to gather — hearts a-thrummin' like trapped hummin' bi......

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...I am nineteen but I look seventy-two weird maybe to those who are not here yet in my heart I am singing and dancing my arthritic ankles are laughing at me I do not hear them choosing to be y......

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... It stands propped against a wall in my memory, that green two wheeler bike, my first, bought second hand from a neighbor. A deep, gravel graze I got from learning to ride it, I swear, st......

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...It snowed lightly last night. I venture into the woods, hear the silence reigning supreme. Mutely a light breeze weaved its way amongst the moss-covered trunks, the high branches swinging seren......

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...and now for my next trick I will try to be seventy SEVENTY! My brain yells “We are twelve!” My soul yells “nineteen at the most!” My arthritic ankles yell “we are a hundred. Being seventy ought......

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