Friday, 23 October 2009

Patient #13915etc etc

The gleaming pebble
of my sparkly days
Rubs itself raw,
and ruinous
Here, on the Stroke Unit
I am just another Case
of Girl, Interrupted

I have lost my face
along the waterways
of little deaths
and unbearable truths.

I have lost my place
Lost the fluidity of my grace.
This is the last of the sad little trio, but it has become special, because the morning after my bleak night, a very handsome, dashing young doctor read my poem and declared it worthy of praise. Suddenly the veils were cast aside and the sun streamed in. I peeked behind the blue curtain on my right, past troubled Margaret, and realised there was a garden there. Right outside. It had been there all the time. And I was just too gloomy to know.
Don't you love this marble head from Constantin Brancusi? It is spooky in its stillness and yet breathing, and alive, warm and cool all at the same time.

13 comments:

Miruh said...

Hello Shaista,

Your words cut deep, past the armor of our guarded wariness of this life.

Thanks for sharing the beauty and the beast from the depths of your being.

Sending you love and light, brave soul!

staceyjwarner said...

I love the spooky marble head and you have grace...incredible grace...much love

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Yin said...

Anger has truth too. I used to be a 3am scribbler and I am often embarrassed by anything I write then. But you have much truer cause for anything that moves you at the witching hour and yeah, it's good to exorcise it with writing. Well, now you're done for Halloween! :)

Ocean Girl said...

Deep & beautiful.

I like that "very handsome doctor" part.

And the marble head, I feel like picking it up and cradle "him" in my arms. Spooky, but I feel the draw.

A Thousand Clapping Hands said...

Dear Shaista,
This marble head is one of my favorites too. It wants to be caressed and seems so warm, although it's marble. Thank you for taking the time to visit me. It is always a pleasure to stop by and read your writing. Few can write as beautifully as you do.
Take care, Shaista. Love to you,
Catherine

Aristarkhos said...

When I try to cook up a poem, it usually turns out to be rather overdone and lacks salt. You, on the other hand, seem to put together unusual dishes quite effortlessly. :)

- Ashutosh

Jeanne-ming said...

O O O love your words. Honey, you are so gifted with a few choice letters scrambled together....and then the cute doctor....o o o

jrh68 said...

Beautiful poetry with the grace and wit to be one of the best laureates. Thank you for gracing us with the presence of your incredible gifts. The world is a better place because of you.
J.R. Hernandez Jr.

Renee said...

Oh yes, what a difference a little eye adjustment can make.

Very real poem.

Hospitals aren't fun and they are no place for the young.

Love Renee xoxo

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