Poetic Interludes
from Anonymous Authors
I step over the door’s threshold into a time passed
always expectant and grateful
never satisfied with the incompleteness
of the deja vu
Too often I long to be back there—
back then
when innocence was mine
and idealism was not a sin.
Science sans wonder
Medicine doth a heart lack
Liberal arts rules
A woman with no way to clot
Wanted labor relief from a shot
With bleeding a fear
And back pain severe
Her doctors should have said "Not!"
your siren song in
my head; is it to pull me
closer or over?
Electric fingertips
Bring my near-dead soul
Back to life;
The heat from your lips
Singes my skin, melting
Icy waters -
Flowing south...
Come and drink from
My river's edge -
Take all that you desire,
Let me give you life
For you have started
My heart pulsing, my soul
Thirsting, my blood streaming again.
Screams I can't do it
Yet the miracle comes forth
For generations
Handshaker baby
Reaches out to grasp the world,
Life touches my heart.
Milk of amnesia
Burns the vein, yet numbs the brain
Slumber peacefully
Alzheimers Disease
Mind dies before the body
What were you saying?
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