Haiku My Heart With Golden Stars and Sunflowers

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seeing stars

takes on a whole new meaning

after surgery

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   During my stay in a hospital this past week for surgery, I was so blessed to be surrounded by golden stars.

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I did not miss the night sky.

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There were caring doctors and nurses and dozens of others who, in a million small ways, lit the way for me.

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My sweet partner and my children , ever there,  ever ready to help, are the golden lights of my life -beacons in the darkness, giving comfort with just a look or a word or a light touch. 

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And of course, there were a few moments of darkness when I saw stars from pain or fear.  

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In that darkness, a still, small light, the star that guards and guides my life, burned steady.  When all else is gone this Light never leaves me. 

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When I arrived home, the stars in my garden had been getting a small welcoming party ready for me.  This morning there were golden stars everywhere I looked!

 I am truly blessed.


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how can I not smile

seeing your golden face –

sunflower?

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©2013 photos and words Wabi Sabi

For Recuerda Mi Corazon ‘haiku my heart’

For Carpe Diem ‘sunflower’

I may be slow to visit but I will make my way around!

Wherein The Muse’s ‘Vehicle’ Goes in the Shop For Repairs

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The muse won’t tell a LIE….
the truth is, she must lie STILL,
teetering on the edge
of tomorrow’s forest
 
OK,
I made that up,
there is no forest,
(a jungle maybe)
the truth is, she must lie still
on the edge of a surgeon’s table.
 
All right,
I made that up too,
 she won’t be on the edge
of the table –
NO,
more like stage center,
at the head of the class,
letting all the young doctors
watch the surgeon
making tracks on her belly,
OK
another fabrication…
not tracks – incisions,
the surgeon will cut her
while her muse, pale and mute
wallows in drug dreams
leaving her body, her vehicle
in a complex heap,
a mess,
while they peer into whatever
openings the surgeon makes,
 getting all the answers for their files.
Once it is over,
she won’t LIE AROUND
she’ll be up and about,
revving the motor,
cruising the hallways,
LYING in wait
 for her belly to rumble back to life…
that rumble is the ‘get out of jail free‘ card
 the ticket out of the repair shop
 with a full tank of gas,
and that’s NO LIE !
 
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
 
For The Sunday Whirl where the words for this week are -tracks, edge, files, lie, mess, complex, gas, forest, still, pale, answers, class.
For Poets United ‘poetry pantry’
 
I know this is a crazy, silly poem but it kept me busy as I prepare for surgery on Monday.  I do apologize for forcing the words to suit my agenda and especially for the ending. (Really!? Gas!?)
I will be off the poetry circuit for a few days but plan to return as soon as the drugs wear off and the muse sobers up!
 
If you would like to read another poem I wrote about my  ‘vehicle,’  here’s a link  to ‘Joy Ride.’
Until we meet again, peace!