Dedication Thread for Elisha ( Eerie )

for eerie

“And your very flesh shall be a great poem,”
Whitman had said –
Lines and stanzas of joys,
Of pains, of struggles, victories,
Our what was and what could be.

The rhymes may not always sound right –
The words foreign,
Pace too fast, too slow –
Garbled wordy messes or
Smooth, smooth phrases –
Life in ink
And pages.

It doesn't always make sense –
(Maybe most of the time, even)
The plot, the journey. But
May your favorite characters stay with you,
In darkness and in light, through the fights and times of stillness,
In breaths and pauses –
May the ink stay bold.
May the good clichés stay
Ringing true, and I hope
They put a smile on your face.

May you still be pleasantly surprised
By new turns of phrases,
By new good stories,
In new days,
And more new days
And more new good days – beautiful poet,
May your great poem continue on.


💜 sending you love,
       cee

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The Unweakening


    "I was weak once.."
                    -  Eerie

I

I felt its weft unravel slowly
all futures I planned on
as if they had their own choice
regardless of mine

As if they drew my breath
before I exhaled it yet after
it gained strength in my rest
and cognitive momentum

How can futures be that autonomous
formed when they should be fluid
How can plans be unmade and undone
in the faces of emergent fates

II

To stiffen the resolve hadn't occurred
that I would have to strengthen this way
to rise inside the failure of slipping away
to feel it all crumble like sand

The inner void so receptive
as if all potentials were alive there
waiting for air to awaken them
giving in to imagined success

I wouldn't accept their denial
forcing the light into those corners
was the only option in this scenario
to simply refuse to let them die

III

I danced alive all possible scenarios
as if they required fluidity to rise
and unsupple reasoning to thrive
even as the odds were squarely stacked

I let reason slip away for a short time
the length of one sweet fleeting dream
and bid the thing materialize as a child would
as never before had I such soaring faith

Somewhere amidst all illusion
a freedom found itself alive and well
precipitating all threats which undermined
following each promise unbelieved

IV

To go where wild things thrive
to accept their uncertainty as our own
becoming part of a whole effort
communing with every voice

Amidst the heaviness of constricts
carrying its weight to some destination
it all becomes useful work to endure
and see what emerges of it, understanding

That joy is naught without pain
and love though fleeting thrives in lack
and each one to the other is undone
so the pack we carry is heavy as we percieve

V

Somehow belief came alive, and faith
the empty kind that trusts everything
I realized the true nature of reality,
it is created by what we envision

To never become weakened is this
to never arrive at fortitude with its
clamps and sharpenings and severings
to stay attached to safety is to be stunted

The webs we weave are to trap ourselves
so we can escape the entrapment
and to do this by surviving it all
that is the magic and the way..

The unweakening of the heart..

           .....


Inspired by the poetry of Eerie and how her strength
and resolve comes through in her words as well as
her dedication to the NaPo challenge

Beautiful contributions, all! I am sure Eerie does and will deeply appreciate it.

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It’s time to cancel your cancer
and never surrender

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Fenbendazole
Ivermectin
hydroxychloroquine
Amygdalin

Pick your poison
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Don’t trust me wholly
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I ain’t no doctor
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Hi, everyone! Update on Elisha!

She leaves for Nevada on July 6th to start treatment and is looking forward to putting this behind her! She hopes to see everyone soon and appreciates the thoughts, prayers, and poems!

YOU GOT THIS, ELISHA!

We love you!

Thank you everyone for your thoughts and well wishes. I appreciate it so very much ☺️

All the best, Eerie,.
See you soon. 💐

Eerie said:Thank you everyone for your thoughts and well wishes. I appreciate it so very much ☺️

YOU GOT THIS!

XO