Finally my blood began to coagulate
When you stopped doing what I hate
If not, expect the most unpleasant state
Of things from lightest to highest skate.
You should never ever be late
Whenever you invited me for a date
I’m a girlfriend who’s impatient to wait
My boredom is always at the zenith of rate.
Usual lines played like songs from Kate
On ears of her most devoted suitor, Nate
But, biggest surprise suddenly came in crate
Carried by young men marching from the gate.
Men with all kinds of roses started to sate
Her doubtful heart making his proposal to escalate
A wonderful rite performed by each of his mate
To win successfully a wife, cutting their late dates’ fate.
Categories:
coagulation, cute love,
Form: Monorhyme
Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24
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Coagulation
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
Flowing like insomnia
Between the wounds of dawn and dusk
When wounded memories drip pools of enigmas,
Fleeting gossamers of absolutes,
Drying into sticky puzzles.
Bloodied dreams wander labyrinths,
With no exits,
Leaving spatters of millstones
For ruminating relics to follow,
Thin images of wispy encounters
Fade
In lost chords of words,
Ghosts gel from gashes.
Impostors of reality
Spit rebellious clots into ruminating plateaus,
And phantoms,
To leave a crimson stain
On unwelcomed daylight and martyred Mondays
Stirring penance from clotting confessions.
Tourniquets unbound,
Veins transfused congeal in coalescence
As platelets and corpuscles gather yesterday
Into the flow, a cadence, blood pressure restored,
The pulse of reminiscence throbs
Memoirs course through venous vessels,
Then seek a place
To dream.
Categories:
coagulation, health, life,
Form: Free verse
Finally, my blood began to coagulate
After a very long time of wait
Wounded and lost too much blood
I was drowned too long in a flood
Now my vein learned to halt my bleeding
And my heart and mind are pleading
That though, I was injured in this fight
Soon, may I see the shine of light
My blood now becomes sticky to drop
And my profuse bleeding begins to stop
And courage slowly replaces my fear
For, I must fight for someone so dear
Now, my blood is harder to stir
But dares to face the blades of spear
For, flee or fight, soon, I'll die anyway
Better for me to fight my way
Categories:
coagulation, courage,
Form: Rhyme
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
And my heart slowed down a beat.
I looked back to re-evaluate,
And how I ended up on the street.
It was a beautiful, sunny day outside.
So what could I do?
The perfect day for a bike ride!
First, I fixed my tire with Gorilla Glue.
My bike was really fast,
And soon, the wind was blowing in my face.
How long would my bike ride last?
I was going at a steady pace.
And then, the unthinkable occurred.
My tire went flat!
Agghh was my last word,
A loud bang, and I was down like that.
My knee started to bleed,
And a kind couple came to my aid.
They gave me a towel, which I did need,
And poured me a glass of lemonade.
Valuable lesson learned...
Don't fix your tire with Gorilla Glue!
Categories:
coagulation, memory, pain, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.
Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.
So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.
Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate
Categories:
coagulation, body,
Form: Monorhyme
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.
Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.
So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.
Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate
Categories:
coagulation, body,
Form: Monorhyme
"Finally my blood began to coagulate,"
the second stage of hemostasis -- how great!
First I applied pressure to the bleeding spot,
the platelets circulate to stop it (a "clot.")
Coagulation forms a more solid wall,
in other words: a scab (helps after a fall).
That tough thing is just a temporary patch;
could bleed again, like My Girl's "blood brothers" scratch.
The vocab: "hemo" means blood, "stasis"-- stands still;
this natural process shows God's powerful skill:
to keep flowing blood --in, and harmful germs --out,
the fibrous platelet plug closes the vein's spout.
Keep it clean, and with time, the skin looks like new;
(a scar may remind me the pain I went through).
The skin's remodel is "fibrinolysis,"
but what makes it ALL better-- is mother's kiss!
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Coagulation Starter Poetry Contest (just started with the first line provided by the contest assignment, and I went from there, putting myself in this situation, which I have manuevered before... scientific reference I drew from: "Hemostasis" -- a Cleveland Clinic article medically reviewed in 2021).
Categories:
coagulation, body, caregiving, health, humanity,
Form: Quatrain
Finally my blood began to coagulate;
crimson hues slow dance
to the musical notes of healing,
and the symphony scores a pattern,
weaving the fabic of fibrin
into a tapestry like a warrior's
victory blanket.
Blood again flows like a river
finding its course unhindered,
and I rise and live on;
scars on my body a reminder
of the battle fought and won,
every heartbeat a testament
to where I belong.
Categories:
coagulation, health,
Form: Free verse
the words coagulate, stuck
in the back of my throat, I choke
on the words I cannot seem to
acknowledge, articulate, remember.
aphasia commandeers my body as her vessel
inarticulate and mute
and in so much pain
but she doesn't seem to care.
when it matters all the soliloquies falter
and stumble from my lips, lame
and inadequate
like everything else i touch.
Categories:
coagulation, grief, hurt, words,
Form: Free verse
Wound those buried
with the toothed crack
of sky. A thread
of buttercup cream
tinted silver
rips the alpine
cottony edges.
A biscupid fuse
pushes the cerise
stream through the veins,
its navigation
nourished by
sweet citrus heavens;
wash of Summers,
green leaves, gardens. Lust
flush like a silk shawl
embroidered
with a pearly flame.
The storm lambastes
sunlight colored
windows that cast
an embrace into
our wintered dusk,
beryl tones of which
absorb the shaded
portrait of loss.
Zoetic flags drowned.
Categories:
coagulation, care, color, grief, heartbreak,
Form: Sonnet