Pink hues gesticulate undaunted,
interdiction resonating...doleful hearts
secretly abiding drained of purpose.
Pink mothers, daughters, neighbors dispelling
myths, clinging holistically, while vomitus
refutes breaths of life.
Pink secrets resound mercilessly,
relentless conjecture, demonized fables
secreting venomous depression.
Pink vows tirelessly march for cures;
enduring rain, sun, arthritis, disease and
loss of loved ones, precious ones...gone.
Pink survivors gesticulate undaunted,
hope resonating...soiled, still hearts, still
openly supporting us drained of purpose.
Pink miracles await faithful biochemist, bold
technicians, as scientific discovery abounds
unrelentless to malignant tissue snatchers.
The power of PINK reigns perfect hue!
The power of PINK reigns tried and true!
The power of PINK resides in me and you!
Categories:
biochemist, cancer, community, death of
Form: Free verse
Many attempts made to alienate the biochemist,
made a scapegoat by transitory in-urbane comments
about his obesity, which did not flatter one bit.
But his capricious finding of what made malignant cancer cells
dissipate and gravitate was so perspicuous and far-reaching,
he had been nominated for a Nobel Prize.
Categories:
biochemist, science,
Form: Free verse