I’m a skinny greeny bean stalk in a
hectic screaming plot, with all the
madly waving grasses tying oxygen in knots.
Will you weed my rambling garden
with your trowel and a fork? Will you
catch me when I’m falling? But that garden cane
won’t work, because without my own direction and no mouth
to call my own, I am barely standing upright if you
leave me where I’m blown. It’s not a case of
undernourished or unhealthy state of mind; I’m just
unable to be stable for a longer length of time.
I don’t need that much attention, just some water
every day, if you prod me with a pruner I will
curl the other way. So if I wave in your direction
an acknowledgement will do, I’m a skinny greeny beanstalk
but I’m full of beans for you!
Tag: support
Chemo Café
We all have our favourite seat
the men and women that I meet
whilst mermaids smile and serve us tea
and feed us intravenously.
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In this cheery place of mine
bare arms are soaked into a shine
then wares are touted on a tray
the best we take the less to pay.
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In this lively, loving place
anxiety etched on every face
my comfort is a cushioned chair
a pillow and designer hair.
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In this café where I go
Life’s mélange is all on show:
black coffee corners of our minds
tenacity and mermaids kind.