She suggests
I get it frozen
and we'll plant it
have a ceremony
choose a tree
invite the girls around,
she'll make scones.
It is so left field
my jaw drops and
my mind clamps
on an image
of my flesh
in some box
red and pulverised
and dropping petals
on it in the hole
and whispering chants
or more likely bad puns
because words are my thing.
I tell her it will be
a mastectotree.
I hope they grow
in this climate.
But later the petals
are tears
and my throat
is the trunk
and the hole
is the year ahead
dark as a hatch
with all the things
I can't imagine
or do imagine
psychedelic
as a happy-gas dream
that fades
to black.
I won't plant
a piece of me
diseased and butchered
but I will
choose a tree
and nurture it
and I will invite
the girls around
and my precious
family too
and eat her scones
and laugh
because love
is the biggest
thing and
you can't
bury that.
Absolutely incredible. You deserve to take in all the love around you, and I’m adding mine to it. I’d love to send you a few books if you’re in the mood to read during recovery.
Thank you so much. 💕 Your offer is extremely sweet. I have books from my birthday that I haven’t even opened yet. I hope I will read. In the course of normal life I read so little except for blogs. My “self” time in the evenings is mainly devoted to blogging.
Oh thank you. When you say “send” do you mean electronically? I had a good listen to Mr Bump’s Waxahatchee find last night on Spotify. Very relaxing. Happy for any recommendations.
a very good opening, draws you in, and then I realize the subject matter; ‘mastectotree’ is such a macabre, punning hybrid of a word; it is the love and nurturing that comes through 🙂
Wow… that’s an extraordinary rollercoaster of a poem, so much in there, provoking so many emotions, such a mix of dark and light.
❤ and hugs, and hopes for healing,
Kate
Thanks, Kate. It is a roller coaster. Go in on Wednesday for the big slice. Last night I dreamed I came down with a terrible head cold and it had to be postponed.
Better not to postpone I guess.
Hey, I’m local, if there’s anything I can do, let me know. I’ve just added a contact page to my blog so you can email me if you want to.
What a beautiful poem. You brought tears to my eyes. It is all about love in the end, isn’t it. Very best wishes for Wednesday, my thoughts will be with you.💖
It’s hard to know how to comment. It is powerful. It is painful. With touches of humour to cover the pain and fear. And an ending that makes my heart hurt in a good way.
This is a wonderful roller coaster, as others have said. It’s good you have the strength of your families love and your strong sense of humor (“mastectotree” 🙂) to get you through.
Do it. Post photos from time to time. Sending hugs,
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Thanks! That’s a lovely idea. Photos of my little tree. Thank you!
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Indeed you cannot 🙏❤️
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Absolutely incredible. You deserve to take in all the love around you, and I’m adding mine to it. I’d love to send you a few books if you’re in the mood to read during recovery.
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Thank you so much. 💕 Your offer is extremely sweet. I have books from my birthday that I haven’t even opened yet. I hope I will read. In the course of normal life I read so little except for blogs. My “self” time in the evenings is mainly devoted to blogging.
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I understand, can also send new music. I usually find tracks each week if you’re ever in the waiting state and wanting some new ear candy.
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Oh thank you. When you say “send” do you mean electronically? I had a good listen to Mr Bump’s Waxahatchee find last night on Spotify. Very relaxing. Happy for any recommendations.
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Y, I also like that band. “Fire” is one of my favorite songs by them
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a very good opening, draws you in, and then I realize the subject matter; ‘mastectotree’ is such a macabre, punning hybrid of a word; it is the love and nurturing that comes through 🙂
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Thanks, John. Yes, I am lucky to have fabulous family and friends.
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happy healing … trees are great things to nurture! Take care 🙂
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Wow… that’s an extraordinary rollercoaster of a poem, so much in there, provoking so many emotions, such a mix of dark and light.
❤ and hugs, and hopes for healing,
Kate
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Thanks, Kate. It is a roller coaster. Go in on Wednesday for the big slice. Last night I dreamed I came down with a terrible head cold and it had to be postponed.
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Better not to postpone I guess.
Hey, I’m local, if there’s anything I can do, let me know. I’ve just added a contact page to my blog so you can email me if you want to.
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You’re so sweet. Thank you! I might invite you to my tree planting. 🙂 A weird way to meet.
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Here’s to your future good health, your tree and a loving family. Also scones.
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😃Thanks!
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What a beautiful poem. You brought tears to my eyes. It is all about love in the end, isn’t it. Very best wishes for Wednesday, my thoughts will be with you.💖
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Thanks, Hobbo. Getting to the really pointy end of a long wait now.
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Me, Mrs H, and Dauphy have all got our fingers crossed for you. Our very best wishes.💖
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It’s hard to know how to comment. It is powerful. It is painful. With touches of humour to cover the pain and fear. And an ending that makes my heart hurt in a good way.
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I don’t know what to say either. 😀 Except thank you. Imagine an emoticon heart here.
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This is a wonderful roller coaster, as others have said. It’s good you have the strength of your families love and your strong sense of humor (“mastectotree” 🙂) to get you through.
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Many thanks! 🙂
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