Cowboy boots, red & black & scuffed
swallow spindly legs chemo-smooth
& pale. Khaki shorts droop past a
waist whittled by a tummy tuck
the one good thing she says to come
of this cancer. A ripped white tee cascades down
her ravaged chest both breasts carved away
the healthy one they say just to be sure.
Gray hairs sprout from a worn
bandana tied in a do-rag over her ears
& cold-blue eyes tattooed with sooty semi circles
sink in an ashen face laid waste
by poisons meant to buy her one
more spring.
© cj Schlottman 2010
Linked to Thursday Poetry Rally Week 53
I nominate Delible at Cat's Blog
© cj Schlottman 2010
Linked to Thursday Poetry Rally Week 53
I nominate Delible at Cat's Blog
3 comments:
interesting...he tries to look hot, even though he has grey hairs. still sounds hot to me...
my entry
http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/triolet-vi/
Hello.
This is as vivid as it gets and sadly all too real for many sufferers & survivors of the dreaded disease.
Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate your comments.
Yesterday With You
oh wow! this is a powerful piece of work. the chemo's just to buy time, but there's always a glimmer of hope.
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